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It seemed mighty cold at the No Kings! rally I attended with family and friends today. There was strong wind and a few snow flurries. There was also a large golden eagle, high up in the sky, that circled above the crowd. And there were more young people – many, many more – out there today, protesting. There was live music, singing, and dancing, and I tried to shiver along.

There was only one ass wipe who made a feeble attempt to disrupt events. Of course, he was driving a large truck with two large flags – one American, one felon – as he drove by beeping his horn as he went by. After he turned around and headed back down the street, he apparently saw a city police officer had stopped nearby. He did beep twice, and wave one finger. A group of rally participates said, “Thank you!” to him.

When I got home and on the internet, I saw where a group of dick drippings had gone to disrupt a rally in a small town near me. This was the first rally in that community since a few years back, when a young lady who was friends with my daughters organized a Black Lives Matter rally. She was making a statement on the abuse she had endured there as a black human being.

The anti-BLM folks had been in a panic! I surfed facebook, to view their fears that the handful of non-white citizens there were planning to “take over” the town. To this day, I haven't been able to figure out exactly what that meant. Thus, I asked why they would take over the town, and what they would do once it was taken over? I didn't get any responses that I'm comfortable sharing in a family-friendly setting such as DU.

Several of them noted they were bringing guns to oppose the delusion of a BLM take over of a village in rural upstate New York. One man actual sat in his car with his shotgun across his lap, on the opposite side of the street from the rally. More, an intoxicated gentleman went to start fights with those participating in the rally. I recognized him from videos. He had once been an undefeated amateur boxer, a weight class over me. I knocked him out, Hurricane style, in 28 seconds, for his first and only defeat. He had not asked for a rematch, as such, but I suspected his behavior was his way of saying he wanted me to separate him from consciousness again.

Thus, I attended the next BLM rally in a nearby town. I got there early, surveyed the scene, watching who was showing up and from where. Yes, I'm old, and not the fighter I used to be, but I'm not going to let anyone threaten my daughters' friend. Sure enough, the leader of the maga-pack had a large hunting knife on his belt, in full display, as cowardly dogs are prone to do. Sure enough, he wanted to yell at this tiny, beautiful gal who had organized the rally. Without saying a word, I positioned myself near him, so that if he got out of hand, I could reduce him to a puddle of urine & feces in five seconds or less. But he backed down.

That same weekend, my son & family attended a BLM in another county. Being a student of his father, plus a three-time NYS Golden Gloves champion, he had followed an ass wipe trying to disrupt that rally, with the same intentions. Fortunately for that specimen, the police removed them before my boy needed to take action.

I've said all this to say that my friends and I shall attend the next rally in the small town. Things are getting tense in this country, as you might have noticed. Next, to remind people to be fully aware of their surroundings at protests and rallies. I was in a crowd of about 1,000, yet I was able to identify the vehicle parked half a block away, with two guys who were watching the rally for 90 minutes. And finally, to answer any questions about why I used the song here that I did.

While on the internet, I thought that opportunity knocked, and am thus writing a Hollyweird screen play soon to become a favorite series for serious maga. Thus far, I have the title: “Incels on ICE.” And a couple of characters based upon the pathetic losers that to this day are in the president's cult. Wish me luck!