by Billy Roper
Saturday, June 10th, was a wonderful day for a picnic. Under the shady trees of the grove surrounding our nice pavilion in the park, with the beautiful White River in the background, the temperature hovered around the eighty degree mark, perfect summer outdoor weather.
We brought delicious brats and sauerkraut and had cool, refreshing non-alcoholic beverages along, as any proper picnic should, but no Muslim protesters showed up to be given our supply of bacon, and the homosexual screechers seemed more interested in our hot dogs.
The optics for this event were beautiful: a solid, united group of White men and women ranging in age from college kids to retirees, with American flags (modern and Betsy Ross) and Gadsden flags, and signs and banners, opposed by literally less than a full magazine worth of shrill lesbians, token nonWhites, and masked Antifa.
I had an opportunity to give…
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