May… the first of the month, international communism’s banner day, when the enlightened prance around maypoles singing ‘The International’… or else! They already had April 22 set aside as Earth Day, under the guise of international greenery and enough vacuum-brained kumbaya to gag a skunk ape.
In another coincidental, totally random accident of history, Vladimir Ilyich Lenin was born to well-off, upper middle class parents on April 22, 1870. Just goes to show you that privileged ingrates weren’t invented in the sixties. Then we have Karl Marx, who entered into this veil of tears on May 5, 1818… also of privileged background. That’s how it started back then. Those of privilege and wealth telling poor, uneducated masses that paradise lay around the corner… just trust us.
Not much has changed in the intervening years. It didn’t work then… it hasn’t worked anywhere since… it’s not working now, though the mouth that roared is doing his best to see it brought to fruition. Then the left ran into the Patriot Movement. It’s the left’s immovable object. It’s the American people and the American spirit in all its amazing resilience and determination.
Today, May 1st, in illegal alien enclaves all over the nation, illegal felons will parade demanding their rights in our sovereign nation. This column strongly urges any Patriots within any of these cities to find out where your local Tea Party groups are gathering to protest this blight upon our sovereign soil and the laws of our country, and join them.
Here, in the San Francisco Bay Area, the Bay Area Patriots are meeting at San Francisco City Hall at 12 noon today.
The Los Angeles Lame Stream press is already throwing out hysteria leads like ‘Tea Parties could mean trouble’ ad vomitum. If you recall last year, the only trouble came from the felonious felons themselves. Still, as they say, there is safety in numbers… especially in the world’s greatest outdoor toilet.
If there are enough of us, the cretins will think twice about starting anything.
Semper Vigilans, Semper Fidelis
© Skip MacLure 2011
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