>>3905913 (pb)

Forward: Forgive me anons for "So Much Text". It was meant to be short and to the point but I guess it was time to share a story.

Part 1

The epitome of emasculation is wearing one of those pink pussy grabber hats. I laughed my ass off seeing those beta soy boys in DC when I chaperoned two teens to that march. I conditioned them going if they agreed to go to the next day's inauguration which was a whole different story.

I had previously taken them to see Bernie during the primaries and had to watch their little hearts broken when the greatest political Judas Goat in U.S. history caved to her and simply responded with "I'm very disappointed" when confronted with the proof that the DNC rigged the primaries and denied him a sure nomination. Not a word of support for the lawsuit against the DNC, not a word of protest when a young supporter of his was gunned down one early morning in DC, a clear act of murderous retaliation.

But I digress. There I was (no Hogg in sight) in the middle of a sea of a million rabid man-haters safeguarding two idealistic young ladies along with my DC host-friend's 15-year old son Alex. I was wearing a leather biker-jacket, a Fu Manchu w/goatee, mirrored sunglasses and a faded American flag head bandana. To this day I believe that I would have be set upon by a large number of the female man-haters if I didn't have the young lad with me (the girls had left for the porta-johns). Alex, a very intelligent young man whose mother was Russian and whose Father, my old friend who himself was half Spanish, asked the most pertinent question of the day, "What are all these women protesting against, _____??" I laughed as I couldn't give him an answer! It was just then that Ashley Judd began her foul-mouthed tirade and I had to cover young Alex's ears.

When we finally got on a metrorail heading into Arlington, as the door finished closing, I couldn't help myself and I unzipped and opened my jacket to show the women still on the platform my big MAGA and Trump buttons. I wish I had a photo of their faces.

The next morning would bring us face-to-face with the forces of antifa many of whom were bloodied and bandaged from their actions against the Maga Ball at Trump's Hotel on Friday night. Little did I know that these turds had coordinated with the DCNG and the DCPD and had been given free rein to cause complete havoc to disrupt and scare away from the parade route the millions of law abiding Americans w/ families who had made their way to DC to line the Motorcade Parade route of the newly inaugurated 45th POTUS.

Using tactics I had never witnessed, nor heard of before (every block had a fire and brimstone "preacher" directing his venom at the lined up Americans waiting to pay tribute to our new President. These "preachers" were speaking through hi-tech portable sound systems, with large batteries and speakers, supported by a military-style belt and harness which also supported a tall over-sized flag or banner with the strangest of messages. So loud were these systems that each individual could talk over EVERY conversation occurring on their designated block. And each block, two to three streets deep had a "preacher" assigned.)

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Part 2

The military-like coordination was as fascinating as it was diabolical. Keeping track of the time, I began to notice an escalation of the agitprop actions as the time was approaching for the Presidential Parade to begin. Small antifa groups wearing obviously stolen red MAGA hats began cutting the serpentine lines at critical points and began to lead those behind in the wrong direction. Worse, they would lead two different lines directly at each other. I asked another father and mother in front of us to watch over my three as I was so intrigued about what was happening that I began to run to witness as much as possible. I had been watching the President's Speech and my battery had died so I was unable to take photos. On one side street I marveled at flatbed after flatbed of secured Air National Guard Apache helos. They trucked into DC in the dead of night and were lined up as far as the eye could see. Dozens of them. Obviously, the Military had been planning for the worst possible scenario. Little did I know then that this was likely a pro-Trump/Q contingency.

The agitprops, aided by a complicit and leaderless NG and a compd DCPD did its job well. It was the first time that I had ever been caught in a panicked crowd that large as almost at once, each orderly line of thousands (I learned later that the Metroline estimated a million plus) tried to get to the nearest station to get OUT of town. Worse yet, I had to protect the three young ones under my care. I pulled them all up against a building, out of the flow, calmed them down, had them drink some water, and then told them all to take off their belts, loop them around both wrists, and formed a chain with me leading and Alex at the rear. We could see the Metro station escalator but the streets were jammed with wild-eyed and panicked people. I told them to put their manners aside and that we would go on three..

Looking back, it was on that train ride home that I first began to realize that we were all at the brink of something very terrible. That there were forces at play about which I had no understanding. It was also then that I said my first prayer for our new President and then for my children, seated beside me, both with a worried look on their faces, a look which I was blessed in having never seen before.

All that is Good and Loving in this Multiverse of ours CAN NOT and MUST NOT let this Evil Abomination STAND. Those of us who now know feel likewise. Nothing will ever be the same again. Bless you Q, anons and our patriots everywhere. May the Light of Love and Truth heal, protect, energize and guide you all.