Reporting From the Dark Side: Stop the Steal!

Reporting From the Dark Side: Stop the Steal!

Commentary by TLB Contributing Author: Rico S. Giron

November 14^th, 2020 at 10:30 am: I decided to take the 60 mile drive to Santa Fe, the capitol city of NM. Little did I count with 60 mph head-on gusts. My full size truck was being thrown around like a G-string in a high speed washer. The wind however, was relentless, gusting up to 50 mph and then add the windchill factor. As I got off of I-25, I noticed the traffic was scant on Rodeo Road all the way to the intersection where the Capitol Building Roundhouse is located. I did not see throng of cars or people at first. At the parking lot cat-a-corner (is that even a word or is it a sniglet), to the Capitol building, I spotted about 10 people with flags, so I figured I had come to the right place. I asked one of the ladies where they were heading and she said they were marching about one half mile to the cathedral to get the blessing from the (Catholic pedophile) priest.

When I got to the cathedral I spotted a female friend of mine and asked here if this was the StoptheSteal rally, whereupon, she stated no, that it was a March to Jericho. I figured these pilgrims were going to have a hard time marching all the way to Jericho in this wind. They must really want absolution badly. I wonder what sins they committed. As soon as the pedo priest started talking, I got a massive headache and a pilgrim beside me immediately dropped to his knees, reflexively he remembered the position from his altar boy days, while another man pretended to be stretching and grabbed his ankles, I figured I had better skeedaddle to greener pastures.

I arrived back at the Capitol Roundhouse and there were about 15 people already gathered for the real StoptheSteal rally, so I made the rounds and introduced myself to everyone. Within about one half hour the group increased to about 60 people of all sizes, shapes and ages. From old timers like myself to younger middle aged people, a couple of younger couples and even what appeared to be some teenagers, 19 perhaps. Hell at my age, anyone younger than me, looks, well, younger than me.

Within the next half hour, about 100 people in total gathered on the corner of Paseo De Peralta and Rodeo Road, with flags and homemade signs. Now, for some reason we became a threat to what apparently were Biden voters. About three dozen Biden supporters rolled down their windows as they drove by, and for emphasis stuck out their arms and gave us the proverbial bird. For some unknown reason to us, these people were pissed off, even though they were told by the Brain Dead Media that their candidate had won. All that did was elicit laughs from us and “God Bless” you’s. It seemed for some reason that our simple desire to have a fair count of the legal votes inflamed these Biden supporters’ one-celled brains. Apparently these Maoist Biden supporters are mad no matter what the result. One woman wanting to emphasize her disgust at our audacity, used both hands to flip the bird to us, one inside her car and the other outside. I sure hope she was using her knee to drive. I just figured she had plenty of practice steering with her knee, as she needs her hands to smash her kids in the face while driving.

I kept looking for reasons that a sense of fair play would irritate any person with more than one brain cell. I could find none. We are taught to play fair since we are children. Cheaters are excoriated by their peers. “Cheater, Cheater, pumpkin eater.” Apparently, eating pumpkins and being a cheater when you are a kid, is a total no-no. Indeed, a deeply seated taboo. Except in the political circles of Demo-rats, where the motto …

… has become the norm. “Come here sweetheart, tell me what happened.” “So were you the best? No! Were you first? No! Did you cheat? No!” “Ok, sweetie, listen up!”

I met a young couple from Albuquerque and I told them how it was nice to see them so young and awake. It was refreshing indeed. As I talked to a few more people, I noticed a small pattern emerging. Everyone I talked to, could calmly articulate their viewpoint very well. In other words, everyone pretty much was a thinker. Apparently, none of us had been reduced to resorting to using infantile and uncomplicated hand gestures to express ourselves when we disagreed with someone else. I noticed that several of these bird flippers, were skinny, hysterical white girls that could barely contain their glee at using their middle fingers to express themselves. I figured their anorexia finally pushed them over the edge. For emphasis, a few of them thrust their heads out of the window and flung epithets at us. It just made us laugh harder. During this entire gathering, I did not see one Trump supporter flip off the Biden supporters as a revenge. Interesting indeed. It has been my experience in my 63 years of living that the best way to piss someone even more is to use humor. To laugh openly in the face of open insults sends these one brain celled persons over the edge. And to finish off their bird flipping spree, they would rev up their Subaru engines and sputter off making sure we knew how disgusted they were. Boy, I sure was impressed. I figured one of these days I will have to test drive a Subaru. I am going to pop the phuck out of the clutch and make that baby screech.

Ironically, none of us had any desire to launch bricks, break any windows, set cars on fire in exercising our 1^st amendment rights. After about two hours of hanging out with this group of “God Bless You’s”, I figured that was the extent of the action and drove back the 60 miles contemplating how this country could have reached this point. One half the country in the delusional psychosis of TV land being spoon fed their daily dose of reality, and the other half, rational thinkers with a couple of billion brain cells in our skulls interconnected and working fairly well. I guess we will never know.

This is Rico signing off.

My Voice is the Cry from the Wilderness.

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