Then again, no. Go with it. All the way, comrades, all the way! (We need the target practice).
The “Anti”fascist fascists are still smarting over the right royal arse-beating they received in Berkeley, getting their pasty butts chased out of town and their bodies soundly and righteously thrashed.
So what’s a good little fascist to do, then? That’s right. Up the ante!
A shocking number of our comrades went in there with absolute no combat training. We need to set up seminars or something of the sort.
How about some roundtable discussions, some group therapy “combat training” sessions, perhaps? It’d be hilarious!
Just keep in mind that most people on our side already had “seminars”, even though we called it “basic training” at the time. Sure, the food sucked and the actual suck sucked even worse, but they were highly effective. Heck, some among us even got sent on “field trips” to places with exotic names where they picked up even more useful skills, such as not wetting yourself and running for the hills when somebody sings “Battle Hymn of the Republic” at you. You know, like you sad little basement dwelling fags did in Berkeley.
And we got to learn to use guns, too. The really cool ones. The ones you masturbate sadly to when your dads let you out of the basement and allows you to borrow his PlayStation for an hour. Except ours were real, and we learned how to use them really well indeed.
You should probably think about that, too.
“I honestly think we need a campaign to get more antifa armed. It seems that seems to be the biggest problem with our resistance. They’re mostly armed, why aren’t we?
Or not. Hey, baby boys, you just go right ahead and have seminars about guns, then come back with your super cool Terminator mad skillz learned from watching Die Hard over and over again and show us amateurs how it’s done.
It’ll be fun, we tells ya!