When a new patriot friend calls and asks for help with a counter rally, you say, “sure!”
At least I did. Well, it was my first attempt at a counter protest so I slipped on my shoes and drove 30 minutes to Santa Clarita to support a sister. The leftists had organized a group to protest the ICE raids planned by the President and about 75 people showed to express their anger at President Trump.
When my husband and I pulled up, we realized just how outnumbered we really were as the 5 pro Trump patriots were laughably dwarfed and my small frame joining them didn’t help much. However, I made sure to pack my race cards and walked through the crowd while exclaiming, “Excuse me! Move! I’m a child of legal immigrants. Please don’t block the path of a homosexual man in heels or you’ll be expressing your homophobia.” Those people part like the Red Sea and I joined my patriot tribe.
This is where it got fun. Pretty soon curious onlookers were watching my every move and so I took it upon myself to “remind” them that overstayting a visa is a crime, as is crossing the border illegally. I didn’t so much remind as I did shout it out to their crowd. The looks of hatred said everything they wanted to say, but kept tight lipped. No matter, I had a different plan. Taking note of the break in traffic I raced out to the concrete island in the middle of the road holding my ever fashionable “Gay Latino for Trump”
This lone figure standing in the middle of traffic got more supportive honks from passing cars than an entire crowd of pro immigration SJW’s. One passing sedan slowed down to clearly read my sign and then lay on the horn so hard it was difficult to contain my excitement. I looked across the road and shouted at the now dwindling crowd, “THAT WAS FOR ME!” Reminiscent of one my favorite Hollywood movies “Legally Blonde”, when Elle Woods is chosen for the internship, I strut back across the street confident in their humiliation. Echoing the scene I said my goodbyes as the event was winding down and I made my way again through the crowd.
This time, angry snowflakes refused to allow me to pass, until I reminded them that inanimate objects can’t complain when they get touched inappropriately. Heterosexual leftists are so insecure they too moved aside…. Betas.
