Meet Me at The Nazi Rally

I’ll Be the One in the Red Hat

First, I am so incredibly proud to say that I completed my doctorate in Whale Psychiatry and I am now a practicing Whale Psychiatrist! We had a party at the house last night and all of us were getting stoked up for the Nazi Rally today at Madison Square Gardens!

This morning, I am dressed in $1200 of DJT merch, I have my 5” crucifix on a gold chain (outside my clothes of course!). I am wearing my Real Men Wear Diapers diaper. I have a big pocket full of Darvon. My friends told me that Darvon would give me an energy boost so that I can flip the bird and scream FUCK YOU to the fake media! I hope it works!

I cannot wait to hear  Lee Greenwood singing “Proud to Be an American” and listen to the Dear Leader talk about how America is a garbage can! I bought myself a copy of the Lee Greenwood/DJT Bible and I keep it on my nightstand. No, I do not care that it was Made in “Jynah.” DJT is a smart businessman, he was just trying to save a few bucks by using Jinese child labor!

I am so sick and tired of all the Looney Left talking about how our Lard and Savior is a “fascist.” Like they even know what makes someone a fascist. Italy had their Il Duce, we have an extremely Ill Douche. I saw last week someone on Fakebook posted a picture from one of our love rallies that had a sign that said: Trump is Always Right, and they compared it to a 1920s sign in Italian that read Mussolini is Right About Everything. I swear, the commies can make up shit all day…but we are the ones who always tell the “Truth!”

The Radical Left is all baby poopy pants over the fear that if they send their child to school, Madison will take a bullet from at AR-15 and her body will be splayed across the classroom like a watermelon that has been dropped from a ten story building, and they hope that CSI can find enough of Madison’s guts somewhere so they can run a DNA test.

I am more concerned that my son Dylan will go to school and come home as a Diane. I have seen photos of the surgical rooms in the schools. (Note: They are located close to where they keep the kitty litter boxes.) Because I am a Real Man, I have already told Dylan that I will NEVER call him Diane. I told him that I would call him “Dickless Dylan!”

My ex-wife says that I am being “mean” when I tell Dylan that I won’t call him Diane. That’s why I divorced the bitch. She’s all touchy-feely. Hell, it wouldn’t surprise me if she was planning on voting for Comrade Kamala.

That’s why I will be at the Gardens today trolling for a 200+ pound female who also loves Jesus and wears her crucifix outside of her clothing. We will laugh at the Dear Leader’s jokes and talk about how we are going to ‘round up the brown people and put them in camps,’ ‘kill all the gays,’ and, time allowing, we might stray into the Jewish lizard people that drink baby’s blood and are controlling the world.

We will dream about when we take over the country and make everyone worship our Savior. Not Jesus. Jesus is OK and all, but our Savior is Orange Jesus. Once America has been kowtowed to worship Orange Jesus, we will then begin our movement to make the rest of the mongrel world worship at our feet. All in Jesus’ name of course. Praise Him!

Oh sure, there are some people that think today might spin out of hand and that this will be MAGA’s Reichstag moment. Nah, we aren’t violent people. But if the Demoncrats steal another election, then you’re going to see some violence. I have 400 rounds of ammo just waiting for the purge in the middle of November. My cosplay camo outfit has all sorts of pockets for holding clips. The only problem I have is that, with 330 pounds of all man, the ammo adds another 25 pounds to the outfit and I start wheezing if I walk more than a quarter mile.

Anyhow, look for me in the crowd. I will be the one whose eyes look like golf balls as they dart back and forth in my skull…as I troll for the woman of my dreams, one who cares more about “normal things” and not abortions. I took biology in my sophomore year in my high school Divinity class. I was taught that when the God makes a woman’s eggs, Jesus miniaturizes himself and flies into her tewbes and puts a bullseye on one of the eggs. Then, when a man spurts his baby juice, miniature Jesus puts on a cowboy hat and saddles one of the spurms and he rides it toward that bullseye. The second that spurm goes into that egg, a human is made. A fully conscious human being! Right there! That is a miracle! The miracle of God! Praise Him!

Authors note: This was sarcasm?

“If you are neutral in situations of injustice, you have chosen the side of the oppressor. If an elephant has its foot on the tail of a mouse, and you say that you are neutral, the mouse will not appreciate your neutrality.” ― Desmond Tutu