Or the “Prozi Pussies”, as we like to call them. And it’s a thing of beauty that you ought to savor. A few clips, but you really, really need to read all of it:
I know you believe your “progressive” views are the supreme moral authority on every single issue and somehow this perception allows you to justify your totalitarian social views and hypocritical violent outbursts. You profess to hate half this country for their alleged bigotry while carrying signs that say “Love Wins!”
I also know you’re a coward.
I know this because you keep screaming, and blogging, and protesting, and even rioting… but you won’t start this “uprising” you keep going on and on about. If you really believe that your cause is just, that the majority supports you, and that the United States needs to be overthrown to make way for your Progressive social utopia of sunshine and free shit… pick up a gun and start your revolution like every other communist group in history.
See, I come from an organization that spent the better part of the last century training to fight a bunch of little commie heathens, and I have a pretty healthy respect for any Ivan who was willing to pick up an AK47 and parachute onto the continent ready to overthrow the USA. That takes some guts. You’re not like him though. You’re quite different actually. Ivan was in shape. You’re a bunch of ‘fat acceptance’ advocates who complain airline seats are too small for your 9,000 calories per day diet. Ivan was a proud masculine man. You have drag queens and fat feminist women with green hair. Ivan grew up mining coal and hunting wolves in the Urals. You want socialism because you’re upset that you can’t get a 6-figure job at age 24 with the bullshit arts degree you spent all that loan money on and haven’t done a day of physical labor in your life. Ivan was a veteran of Stalingrad, Afghanistan, and a dozen bush wars.
And that grunt actually fought.
We’re of the same generation, but the worst we ever faced were paper cuts. Still, we knew that we were only hours away from being issued a rifle and thrown into the meat grinder, had the balloon ever gone up. We remember those days, and we remember just as well that we respected Ivan. Because Ivan was badass. Ivan was trouble, and our only hope if he decided to throw in for all of the marbles was that he’d run out of warm bodies to throw at us before we ran out of ammo, and we knew that if things didn’t turn out that way, our life expectancy would shift from years to minutes.
And that’s why we can’t take the idiotic millennial Prozi fucks seriously. Well, one of the reasons, anyway. They don’t scare us. Ivan did.
They irritate us, and they annoy us, but they don’t scare us, because they don’t have the balls to step on a spider. They’re all hat and no cattle, and we’d really love for them to just shut up and go home and quit wasting everybody’s time.
You Prozi millennial cunts are nothing but spoiled brats throwing a tissy in a candy store. You’re pointless twats writing checks with your alligator mouths that your hummingbird arses can’t hope to cash.
You wouldn’t be able to finish a standard obstacle course carrying nothing but your underwear in anything less than “the time from now until the heat death of the universe”, you wouldn’t be able to hit the inside of a barn with an MG3 and a full belt of ammo. If you were starving to death and we threw you a raw fish, you’d die because it didn’t have cooking instructions stamped on the scales. The worst challenge you ever faced was when your daddy’s credit card was declined at Starbucks.
When we got put on full alert because trouble were brewing east of the Iron Curtain, we grabbed our maintenance kit and made sure our weapons were in working order, put on our gear and kissed our families goodbye in the middle of the night. When YOU get “triggered” by somebody uttering a word that makes you “uncomfortable”, you run for your safe spaces looking for your puppies, Play-Doh and demand government-subsidized therapy.
And you say you want a revolution? Who the fuck is going to fight it for you, you pathetic, whiny, screaming babies? Because you sure as fuck don’t qualify. Our Heirs could take you out with their My First Rifle™ when they were 6.
As the author of the article linked says: Shit or get the fuck off the pot.
Because you’re not impressing anybody.
For decades, thanks to the limp-wristed “enforcement” of Cuck and Prozi administrations, you’ve been allowed to commit rape, arson, assault in your “mostly peaceful protests” without consequence, thus encouraging you to escalate beyond reason. Because, as with all other toddlers, if you don’t have a functional parent setting limits for you, it only encourages you to go further.
That’s about to stop.
Don’t get us wrong. We fully support and will fight and die for your right to exercise your First Amendment right to “peaceably assemble”, no matter how idiotic we may, personally, find your grievance to be. That doesn’t matter. We don’t get to judge what you can protest under the Constitution that we’re sworn and honor bound to protect, you can gather a billion people to protest headwinds when you’re riding a bicycle if you like, that’s your RIGHT, but you need to keep in mind what the Constitution that you always call upon to protect you actually says.
And the word you’re missing is “peaceably”.
Smashing storefronts, burning cars, setting people’s hair on fire, throwing urine, feces and rocks at law enforcement, we could go on, is NOT “peaceable.”
The protections of the First Amendment which we, and millions like us, are sworn until death to protect, do not cover that sort of behavior.
As a matter of fact, our oath does the exact opposite. We are sworn, upon our lives and honor, to protect and defend the Constitution that you are gleefully and ignorantly violating, against all enemies, foreign AND domestic and, as the author of the article we linked to helpfully points out, by behaving like you do, YOU ARE DOMESTIC ENEMIES OF THE CONSTITUTION.
Sorry for the all caps, we hate it, but it’s really, really important.
What that means is that we are not only authorized but obligated to kill every last motherfucking one of you if the order to do so comes down from a legitimate authority.
That really ought to give you pause. It does us, because we really, REALLY don’t want it to come to that. You’re dumb, you’re useless, what you really need is a good spanking, but you don’t deserve to die. You’re just ignorant. We have hopes that you might one day wake up like we did. You deserve that chance, no matter how dimwitted you are, we just want, need you to know that you’re treading a very thin line here. And you don’t stand a chance.
No amount of morbidly obese, green-haired third wave feminists are going to stop an FMJ bullet fired by people who know how to use a rifle.
Just. Please. Stop.
Unless you really want a violent revolution, in which case bring it.
You don’t scare us.
You should be scared of us.
And the fact that you might not be makes us wonder just how retarded you are.