NO KINGS SAN FRANCISCO!!!!!!!!!
It was SPECTACULAR!!!!!!!!!!!!
First, just a note about the INSURRECTION. I want to give you a view of the INSURRECTION (snigger) on Market Street yesterday that led up to the PITCHED BATTLE (she remarks in snide satire) at City Hall after an eventful march up Market Street, a tragedy marked by sieges by vicious Antifa attack dogs and the feared Antifa nuclear drones!!!!!
Of course, first there was the dangerous landing approach to the city by ferry, where we were confronted by the massive, heavily armed destroyer “No Kings”. We quaked. Some sobbed in terror.
After a heavy beach landing in which many died [sic], we were finally free of the Larkspur Ferry, with its 24-hour open bar, snacks, chats with tourists and bitchin’ views everywhere you looked.
Finally, we reached Omaha Beach … uh, no wait … the S.F. Ferry Building and The Embarcadero. The Bay Bridge soared above and the Ferry Building itself shone in the bright rays of a 75-degree day and 100% clear skies with no smog.
But these scenes of peace disguised a TERRIBLE, TERRIBLE WAR ZONE (or so Trump said).
Here, for example, is an image of the CARNAGE in the WAR ZONE that was The Embarcadero late morning as the No Kings rally was to begin. View it and weep. Note all the bloody bodies lying around, the burning cars, the collapsed buildings. You know, that sorta thing.
And here is an image of the businesses cruelly torn up by Antifa mobsters who hate America [sic].
Meanwhile, here is a sample street scene to show you how MISERABLE people are to live in this HORRIBLE city of crime!!!! Look at that poor guy!!! So sad. So afraid.
And then there were the musicians FORCED to play great violin music for the masses, like Sir Kippy Marks—a famous pan-genre violinist who plays to massive crowds in the parks and at concerts and can be found on his quieter days playing THE BEST, MOST MELLOW VIOLIN right on the bruised streets in the San Francisco War Zone. This guy is soooooooooooo good.
But alas, soon the real violence would begin [sic]. I expect we’ll all see hearses and grievin’ widdas for months (SATIRE). And here, folks, is a sampling.
Drag Out the Troops!!!!
And here is Uncle Jake with his dog MONSTER, who is, of course, the leader of the Antifa Dog Attack Squad.
There is also a female squadron of attack dogs known as the Antifa Bitch Brigade, headed by the marvelous Clothilde, shown here with her 1st Assistant Violeta.
And not to be forgotten is our very own General Henry A. Arnold, head of the Antifa Awesome Nuclear [SATIRE] Drone Brigade, shown here floating in camouflage, ready to take flight against the enemy. You look damned laid back, Henry. I could hardly find you, swathed in blue like that.
Now to get to those really frightful, horribly dangerous protesters against fascism and Fat Donny the Felon (as my Internet friend calls him).
This sign is a reference to the fact that Kristi Noem shot her own dog. She deserves this also for salivating over an inhuman and inhumane prison in El Salvador to which she traveled to gloat over having sent a protected U.S. resident there—and for practically having had a cataleptic seizure of joy over Alligator Alcatraz.
Speaking of various amphibious creatures.
And with a YES ON 50.
And if anyone tells you they were too tired to come out …
Came down on the ferry with others from Sonoma and northern Marin.
And no, Mr. Trump, you are not Louis XIV.
And this man was a favorite … He was draped head to toe in American symbols. He was a dancer, and when the music from the boom box at his feet played, he did a Flag Dance that was pure New York City Ballet. He was magnificent.
And this one played Jazz Americana solo … and he was so good he made you think Tommy Dorsey still lives … He was a study in eloquence: he just stood there playing beautiful music, the flag cradled in the crook of his arm.
The troops gather at the bottom of Market St. for the trek to the Civic Center.
And more …
And this man … this man … had the Eyes of Soul. Look at him. He is filled with the concern and profound grief that underlay the experience of every one of us on this day we created great light and cheer in the face of the gravest situation any of us as Americans have ever faced. This man’s portrait will hang on my wall for the rest of my life. I am grateful.
And Now a Couple of Parting Shots from the Lassies …
And as the crowd marched off up Market, she was among the last to leave. Quiet. Beautiful. Serene. Wrapped in the California that is at war with no one.
I deeply thank all the beautiful souls I met today. Thank you all. You were magnificent.
And I will see you next time …
How wonderful to see you all there! Special love to Monster! He was a very brave boy!
Love! 🙌💕🫂🇨🇦