They’ve been all talk, no action for the longest time …
Everyone’s seen them … street-cloggers dashing around in Road Warrior costumes … pounding garbage-pail tops with Fisher-Price drumsticks … armored in kiddie shoulder pads and clowned-up in goofy swim goggles … as though they’re seriously-mad soldiers of fright.
Those are the AntiFa farcists … comically militarized in papier-mâché helmets.
These are your libtard graduates. The Kool-Aid Kids. The witless social justice jokesters.
And now they’ve joined their aimless Euro brothers and sisters … and railing non-stop against the very society that supplied them with this idle time to indulge in their fantasies of cultural rebellion.
They were anti-cultured in university petri dishes … and funded by leftist malcontents. They are disconnected, disaffected, and disturbed dweebs … who taunt declawed law enforcement … while camera-strutting in their stoogie outfits for their sympathetic media co-conspirators.
Here’s Keith Ellison, the deputy chairman of the Democratic National Committee, proudly posing with his very own copy of posted of the “Antifa: The Anti-Fascist Handbook.” His Che poster is right over his bunk-bed.
One day, this comic commotion will end … because some dweeb-punk-idiot will finger-poke the wrong chest one day …
and ignite the wrong guy. … and all hell will break loose … and reality will catch up with all of them extra-quick.
That well-deserved ass-kicking will be a very amusing.
DO NOT count on law enforcement to save your sorry asses from your beat-down … because … what goes around, comes around. And what’s comin’ ’round is real-deal justice.
h/t Michelle Moore.