Let's face it: The People's Convoy (TPC) is a modest crowd. Maybe it's because they're a trifle older than the Ottawa Convoy, but when great kindness happens they tend to hide their light under a bushel when it should be splashed around social media. Since they're such a humble bunch, that's another way we can help the movement: do the splashing for them! #goodPR
Our story begins with a video so adorable it has me in tears every time I watch it and I've watched it a lot. Remember Marcus Sommers? He's the behind-the-scenes Leadership guy who managed the Convoy early last week while Brian and Mike were elsewhere.
What we didn't know is that when the Convoy took off from Adelanto, Marcus left his truck at home to focus on organizing/managing the Convoy. Being truckless was torture for him. As his wife, Michelle, phrased it, "He was feeling like a biker at Sturgis without a Harley." So Michelle and Marcus' friends arranged a very special surprise for him.
Back at home, Mrs. Sommers packed Marcus' truck with clean clothes, food and a sign that read, "Miss you, Big Daddy xoxo" and his friends drove his truck all the way to Hagerstown. When a shocked Marcus saw his beloved truck driving into the speedway, well! Words can't describe his reaction. Turn up your speakers and watch this adorable moment caught on video! If you don't shed a tear, you're made of sterner stuff than I am!
1 Huge Misunderstanding about The People's Convoy: Their Goal is DIFFERENT than Ottawa's Goal
Okay. I'm done. I've "had it up to here." The Mainstream Media and even the Conservative Media both keep misstating the main goal of The People's Convoy (TPC). Good grief, people! Figure this shit out! It ain't rocket science! Ottawa and Hagerstown have different goals!
Pregnant Men and Face Masks in Restaurants: We Used to LAUGH at This Lunacy on Candid Camera
The year was 1998 when a heavily pregnant Peter Funt struggled into a maternity clinic, lowered himself gingerly to a chair and proceeded to compare pregnancy experiences with the others waiting for their prenatal appointments. It was the stuff that comedy genius is made on but, alas, would get Peter cancelled (and probably sued!) in our super-woke, disgustingly PC culture today.
When I started watching Candid Camera playlists last week, it was simply to distract myself from the throbbing pain of having my wisdom teeth removed. I went looking for comedy...but found prophecy!
You'll be shocked how many ridiculous scenarios invented for Candid Camera have now become mainstream "reality." In the past, Americans caught in Candid Camera's lair questioned the lunacy. Resisted. Kick up a fuss!
Now we're expected to accept the exact same scenarios seriously and play along...with straight faces!
If you don't think that's true, just watch how these Americans reacted to their restaurant servers and fellow diners wearing face masks in 2014! They were weirded out and left in a huff. Seven years later, they leave in a huff if their servers and fellow diners DON'T wear masks.
My, my, my. How times do change!
POEM: Ode to My Hateful WalMart
Today we visited WalMart.
And that was our first mistake.
So many libtards in face diapers
for a plandemic that's obviously fake.
You can't see their smiles.
Spiteful eyes are averted.
WalMart staff yelled at me!
Now that's just perverted.
I queued up like normal.
WalMart Bitch, she got pissed.
She hollered, "Back up!"
I moved not a titch!
They mask up to eat.
They mask up to walk.
Do they mask up for sex?
Now that's just a crock!
So homeward we rushed.
Past where Trump flags still fly!
To our dear hilltop cottage!
Country view! My oh my!
They know you by name!
They're happy to see you.
Customer Service, their game.
There's nary a mask
From sunup 'til sundown.
Only mask if you want.
Freedom! That's our town.
They say country folks
don't know what they're missin'.
The culture! The restaurants!
We've got huntin' and fishin'!
We queue up like normal.
Shake hands, give a hug.
Grow flowers and veggies.
Bug in rug, very snug.
So WalMart can shove it,
their masks and their queues.
Social Distance, my ass!!!
Six feet's nothing if you aa-aa-achoo!
You can keep your superstore
and your cheap Chinese crap.
Your darling BLM and Antifa.
Fair weather protestors, oh snap!
Just give me a home
where the dairy cows roam.
And the deer and the raccoons
We still stand for the Flag.
We still kneel at the Cross.
In America's heartland
the Constitution's still boss.
Trump's still our President
we know in our soul.
We watch with delight
as the red-pilling grows.
So here's to America
and our little country home.
To Patriots everywhere
I dedicate this poem.
When a Gen Z Snowflake is Triggered by a Gen X Conservative, the F-Word Will Fly
I was the same kind, funny person the day I expressed my support of President Trump on Facebook as I was the day before. But you'd never know it from the bizarre reaction of the Liberal Snowflake who'd been my Facebook friend...up until that fateful day.
With f-words flying, she mumbled from behind her mask, "I should have known you were not a shafe shpace" and flounced out of my gentle cyber world into the real world full of those horrible, nasty Trump supporters.
Life must be Hell for her.
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