How do Antifa foot soldiers for the DNC show love for Mom on Mother’s Day?
Take out the trash and move out of the house for good.
Yesterday I told my son. “Freedom of speech has its limitations. For example, you can get arrested for yelling fire in a crowded theater.”
Son says, “What if there’s only one person in the theater?”
I finish laughing and say, “And that one person is Christopher Wray in the FBI screening room jerking off with a handful of Paul Mitchell Mousse doing his best Beavis and Butthead impersonation yelling, “Fire, fire” while watching a mockumentary about ANTIFA written by Stephen King and Patton Oswalt called Fire Childs Gone Wild. Now that’s an idea.”
Fire Childs Gone Wild, Challah, thank you very much.
But diversity is our strength.
Or the latest hurler for Antifa wouldn’t require Tommy John Surgery next time he hurls a concrete milkshake at a journalist with a byline in the National Review.
Fire Childs Gone Wild, Challah, thank you very much.
Michael Kornbluth
Do It All Dad Year Podcast Blog 