A Screen at Play

[H2O Man]

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!

[Kid Berwyn]

1. ICE MICE

Set in the vast new secret underground White House East Wing Führerbunker, the running characters include a crusty-but-benign ex-FBI Director and porn addict, presumably J Edgar Hoover by way of Dr, Sidney Gottlieb, MD, who likes to personally review the “raw intel”; there’s a knockout female agent with a blonde beehive and a huge bosom who enjoys listening to the TIP line and commenting salaciously in her trademark teeny tiny wittel voice; a short but salty operative who gets his kicks by accusing and arresting innocent children in hospitals, but really wants to be spanked by the First Lady as she belittles him in a voice that sounds like Natasha Fatale; the sordid agent in charge, a hard-nosed, hard-drinking bureaucrat who worked her up the ladder by advancing the demented POTUS’ agenda to end the income tax and make community theatre great again; a former golf-pro-turned-double-nought-spy now charged with running a strictly conservative escort service with Eastern European women on the younger side for the good of the nation; and the President, once a former Only Fans Star but substituted by a programmed automatonic cyborg, married to the scientist who developed the cure for bromadrosis, but owned, operated and controlled by the nation’s greatest enemy since a young age at military school to serve as a sleeper agent to destroy the nation and planet in unimaginable, but hilarious, fashion.

(With apologies to Paddy Chayefsky)

[H2O Man]

3. Thank you!

This has earned you a starring role as co-screenwriter. I thought a lot of DU community members would be putting their hands up, in response to the OP, saying, "Hey, I want to try out for a role as an extra human being in this future smash hit playing in some strange region of your mind." Then again, I thought a lot of things, since as I was leaving the rally, some kind person handed me a gram of hashish. Despite it now being legal, I had a flashback of Grace Slick's telling of walking down a Paris Street with Jim Morrison. As I am confident you will recall, she said people were offering them substances along the way. Everyone but Jim tried one, while Jim accepted every one, orally speaking.

Thus, my Good Friend, in an effort to re-live my youth, I ate that gram of hashish before reaching the vehicle that would transport me home. By that time, the hash started to transport me to thinking about the late Norm MacDonald. Immediately, in less tan two hours, I was thinking, "Gosh, there's a reason I never want to do this again!" Yet the idea for this new hit came to me.

[Kid Berwyn]

6. Be right there.

The things we hippies have to contend with! Watched “Sinners” last night and realized we do have some problems involving real life zombie vampire leprechauns running the beautiful tourist attraction Crazytown DC we know as Wall-Street-on-the-Potomac. Look, I’ve been to Baveno. I skippered the yellow high-speed runabout. I know you, me and most of those opposing Nixon and War Inc were right on Big Oil, Pig Oil, and the Zeppelin Tube.

My cousin’s college roommate’s in-laws have developed a remarkable new system that prevents flower top burnout. It’s Dave from Cheech and Chong meets the Emu from Liberty Mutual: “Only pay for what you weed.”

[malaise]

2. Thanks bro

😀

[H2O Man]

4. Thank you!

When I told one of my friends that we needed to plan on going to the smaller rally the next time, he said we needed body guards. Then he started listing the younger generation of my family, my son and nephews. He said that as everyone knows who they are, and they are huge, it would prevent the other side from wanting to start any fights.

[malaise]

5. Love it

😀