This past weekend, a hatred-laden rogues' gallery of torch-bearing white supremacists sieg-heiled a deadly path through the historic college town of Charlottesville. Many came equipped, not only with tiki torches --- the type normally used for festive display on outdoor patios in comfortable suburbs --- but also with weaponry intended to inflict bodily harm on anyone who dared to stand up to them.
Who are these sorry creatures anyway? Well, they're not beer-swilling bubbas. None of the photos and videos appeared to capture images of down-on-their-luck older guys either: y'know, the ones who raved about The Orange Caudillo because he catered to their frustrations --- including some legitimate economic ones --- and insisted that he, alone could fix things.
For starters, the majority of them appear to be millenials, moderately prosperous ones at that. They're beneficiaries, not only of white male privilege, but social and economic advantage as well. Few displaced factory workers or miners could be found among their ranks.
Au contraire! The lion's share of these goose-stepping, stiff-armed monsters are, in reality, spoiled brats playing SchutzStaffel, raised with a sense of entitlement. Only what they're playing at ain't the least bit amusing. These folks represent a clear and present danger. And --- they are frighteningly resolute. They insist that they're not going away. Among the pale punks' most disgusting rallying cries is, "You will not replace us" --- a blood-lustful baritone shriek which has been known at times to segue into, "Jews will not replace us."
As one might readily assume, this vile, surly collection of swastika-suckers has a putative leader --- or if one prefers --- a fuhrer! Who is this guy? Last time I checked, he goes by the name Donald John Trump!
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