Antifa Wets the Bed in Portland

Radical leftwing sissies give terrorists a bad name

Over the past several days we’ve had the distinct pleasure of witnessing the spectacle of Antifa getting their miserable asses kicked by ICE in Portland and Chicago and elsewhere. It’s a beautiful sight to behold, especially in a world in which the bad guys often win and justice is frequently in short supply. To have front-row seats to a well-deserved comeuppance is the highest form of theater.

Few groups and individuals deserve a comeuppance more than Antifa. They’re a pathetic swarm of scum-sucking, low-life bottom-feeders, societal rejects all, whose only contribution to our culture is destruction. They have found a perfect balance between being useless eaters and useful idiots; they take up space, waste oxygen, and have nothing of any value to offer civilization, but they’ve convinced themselves they’re the heroes of our present narrative. This level of cluelessness exists in bad fiction and nuthouses.

Antifa is not a tenacious band of happy, righteous warriors. They aren’t leading a noble revolution against an iron-fisted autocrat. They’re the villains of our story and they’re not even impressive villains. They’re a mob of blue-haired, basement-dwelling, gender-bending freaks who leech off their parents and live in the filthy margins of society. We should thank them for being so untethered from reality that they’re willing to throw themselves into a physical fight with the actual heroes of ICE and the National Guard.

The wretched losers of Antifa are so caught up in the fake romance of their fake revolution that they truly believe they stand a chance at winning the war they started against the Federal Government. You can’t fight city hall, and you sure as hell can’t fight The Man in the White House. They don’t stand a chance, bless their warped little hearts. They’re cowards, and if their recent social media activities are any indication, reality is beginning to catch up with them fast. They’re coming to grips with the futility of their mission and just how outmatched, out-classed, and out-gunned they are.

If they want to make martyrs of themselves, I say let them. Let them toss their bodies into the gears of The Machine. Watching their ignoble defeats and suffering is the best entertainment available for a sadist like me. I hope they never learn; I hope they never stop. I could watch these pants-pissing sissies get flung around like ragdolls all day.