“They did it on purpose! They’ve come for our freedom! And if we don’t fight to protect them, we’ll have to concede them!”
The man went on shouting, his audience entranced. If they decided to believe him, they’d sure shit their pants. Perched on his soapbox he commenced to his ranting, foaming and spitting, with canine-like panting.
“The government spooks have now shown their true faces, with all their resources being put through their paces!
The CIA, FBI, and even the Navy! A free-thinking public could only spoil the gravy!
It started out small, healthcare draining our coffers! Now they will win this dark war since we’ve turned into paupers!”
He was winning them over as their doubt was relaxed. Maybe he knew something more, besides no one liked the new tax!
“Now we have got Aurora and Newtown, coincidence you say? It’s manufactured convenience, reason to take guns away!
Twelve shot in a theater, one kid killed twenty-six? Do they think we are stupid? Can you not smell the clear fix?
It was government lackeys with training to kill, not some troubled young people who were mentally ill!”
Even the skeptics were turning, their conversion was nearing... And the faithful among them began chanting and cheering!
“Now the bombing in Boston, civil war has begun! And no one is safe, they’ll destroy everyone!
Next it’s the Big Apple, L.A, and every city between! The fight will be brutal! DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS?!
WE TAKE ACTION! A NEW FLAG, UNDER COMMANDER GLENN BECK! NOW OUT TO THE STREETS! WE’VE GOT A NATION TO WRECK!”
The crowd now behind him, he started his riot. But to the outside observer, it all seemed so quiet... For all his screaming and shouting, and conspiratorial tone, The man looked quite pathetic, marching alone.
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