Dorks can’t fight.
Like all bullies, they’ll whine and cry when they start getting their arses whipped.
When liberals taut a civil war the MASH song comes to mind (suicide is painless).
"...#secondcivilwarletters..."
Well then...throw down MOFOs.
Dearest Significant Other,
The air stinks of cordite. Holed up at the Javits Center, we came across Saint Hillarys cache of fireworks from Black November. The Village Transgenders attacked the Red Hats using fireworks for cover, to no avail. All is lost.
You have to feel for these brave souls. They're running low on soy milk and Javits is starting to charge them for bandwidth. The end is near.
Like all commies, they depend on our *fear* to control us...but it’s not conservatives who should be afraid.
They start some $h/+...we end it.
People looking for trouble are no match for those who are ready for it.
Never underestimate the power of Cucks to cuck. Even the ones with guns.
It was 1860 when the democrats last decided they could refuse to accept the results of the general election
My dearest Stephan,
The war is off to a slow start, we still haven’t figured out how to distribute uniforms among the 49,382 genders we have in our unit. We all agree on Ugg boots but there is much discord among the ranks over our color scheme.
Love
Fredrik
Mother Dearest
I pulled on my yoga pants, stopped at Starbucks for a skinny soy latte and grabbed my iPhone and a portable battery.
I worried I wouldnt go to the right battleground but luckily it was location tagged on Facebook. I knew I could postmate avocado toast for lunch.
And they will lose badly.
What's their idea of revolution? Free government cheese? One's hand in their neighbors pocket? It just hard to see a significant vested interest outside of mouth frothing hatred of life that would motivate this crowd to risk their own.
I know this matters to few, but the simple fact is, we haven’t had CW1 yet. Technically, a civil war is when part of the population attempts to wrest control of the government from another part of the population. That’s what we face now. The War Between the States was about LEAVING a government to do whatever it wanted and creating a new one independent of the original. TWBTS was no more a civil war than was the American revolution.
We have taken what is called a “humble home” as our billet. There is no marble in the kitchen and the floors are covered in something called carpet. The lack of sustainable cork flooring is a sign of global warming.
The freezer is full of venison. It looks like they have taken to foraging. They are obviously starving with out whole grains, kombucha, soy milk and free and reduced school lunches.
Their living conditions are deplorable.
Little wonder they voted with such anger in 2016
Spiritually yours,
Jonathon
There are some on the Left who have actually touched a real live firearm! Don’t get overconfident about the possibility of a second civil war. Yes, this is old, but it’s a cautionary warning worth reviewing. America’s totalitarian socialists might take up arms, and they will be as dangerous as you might imagine:
http://www.nydailynews.com/news/crime/firing-ar-15-horrifying-dangerous-loud-article-1.2673201
What is it like to fire an AR-15? Its horrifying, menacing and very very loud
NEW YORK DAILY NEWS Jul 14, 2016
It felt to me like a bazooka and sounded like a cannon.
One day after 49 people were killed in the Orlando shooting, I traveled to Philadelphia to better understand the firepower of military-style weapons and, hopefully, explain their appeal to gun lovers.
But mostly, I was just terrified.
. . . you can get a military-styled weapon in seven minutes in this country.
. . . He loves the AR-15 for cops, soldiers, hunters and target shooters. “It’s fun to shoot something like that,” he said.
Not in my hands. I’ve shot pistols before, but never something like an AR-15. Squeeze lightly on the trigger and the resulting explosion of firepower is humbling and deafening (even with ear protection).
The recoil bruised my shoulder . . . The brass shell casings disoriented me as they flew past my face. The smell of sulfur and destruction made me sick. The explosions loud like a bomb gave me a temporary form of PTSD. For at least an hour after firing the gun just a few times, I was anxious and irritable.
Even in semi-automatic mode, it is very simple to squeeze off two dozen rounds before you even know what has happened. If illegally modified to fully automatic mode, it doesn’t take any imagination to see dozens of bodies falling in front of your barrel.
All it takes is the will to do it.
Forty nine people can be gone in 60 seconds.