The President Who Won’t Leave – Part 3 of 3 The Third String
You may have read about George Kelby, the quiet storekeeper who could shoot two silver dollars out of the air and hoped he’d never have to prove it to anything more than a paper target.
Vinnie the desperado rode into town anyway.
Meet today’s Vinnie. Face mask. Body armor. Presidential immunity in his pocket and a gun pointed at an unarmed driver. This is ICE, Trump’s private army. The force he has chosen to guard his bunker, patrol his streets, and project his power on American soil.
Let’s be honest about what we’re looking at.
These are not the first string. The first string, the Generals, the Admirals, the career military officers who built their credibility over decades of actual service, were fired. Forced to retire. Replaced with loyalists whose primary qualification was willingness to pour the coffee and butter the bagel without asking uncomfortable questions.
They aren’t the second string either (no offense intended) The second string could have been considered the National Guard, but maybe they have been asked or ordered into that grey zone, maybe ‘illegal orders’ and taking up arms against their family and friends has caused a little friction?
So what’s left guarding the bunker?
Vinnie. Multiplied. Masked and armored and brave because they’ve been told the rules don’t apply to them. Presidential immunity extended to cover their actions on American soil. A private army answerable not to the Constitution but to the man underground.
They drive around and point weapons at unarmed drivers. They shoot unarmed women. They shot a man in the back repeatedly until he was dead. They are cowards wearing body armor because without it and the mask and the immunity they are exactly what they are — people who couldn’t get hired as Walmart security guards.
This is the army Trump thinks will hold the line when the American people finally have enough.
Boy is he in for a rude surprise.
Vinnie is brave only because he thinks he’s the fastest. He’s never actually been tested. He’s never stood in front of someone who knows exactly what they’re doing and has nothing left to prove.
There are a lot of George Kelby’s out here.
The storekeeper. The neighbor. The veteran who never told war stories because the real ones aren’t told. The army brat who went to the range for fifty years and hopes the cap gun stays on the shelf.
We are not looking for a fight.
But we are not running either.
And unlike Vinnie — we know exactly what we’re doing.
The President Who Won’t Leave – Part 3 of 3 The Third String
The President Who Won’t Leave – Part 3 of 3 The Third String
You may have read about George Kelby, the quiet storekeeper who could shoot two silver dollars out of the air and hoped he’d never have to prove it to anything more than a paper target.
Vinnie the desperado rode into town anyway.
Meet today’s Vinnie. Face mask. Body armor. Presidential immunity in his pocket and a gun pointed at an unarmed driver. This is ICE, Trump’s private army. The force he has chosen to guard his bunker, patrol his streets, and project his power on American soil.
Let’s be honest about what we’re looking at.
These are not the first string. The first string, the Generals, the Admirals, the career military officers who built their credibility over decades of actual service, were fired. Forced to retire. Replaced with loyalists whose primary qualification was willingness to pour the coffee and butter the bagel without asking uncomfortable questions.
They aren’t the second string either (no offense intended) The second string could have been considered the National Guard, but maybe they have been asked or ordered into that grey zone, maybe ‘illegal orders’ and taking up arms against their family and friends has caused a little friction?
So what’s left guarding the bunker?
Vinnie. Multiplied. Masked and armored and brave because they’ve been told the rules don’t apply to them. Presidential immunity extended to cover their actions on American soil. A private army answerable not to the Constitution but to the man underground.
They drive around and point weapons at unarmed drivers. They shoot unarmed women. They shot a man in the back repeatedly until he was dead. They are cowards wearing body armor because without it and the mask and the immunity they are exactly what they are — people who couldn’t get hired as Walmart security guards.
This is the army Trump thinks will hold the line when the American people finally have enough.
Boy is he in for a rude surprise.
Vinnie is brave only because he thinks he’s the fastest. He’s never actually been tested. He’s never stood in front of someone who knows exactly what they’re doing and has nothing left to prove.
There are a lot of George Kelby’s out here.
The storekeeper. The neighbor. The veteran who never told war stories because the real ones aren’t told. The army brat who went to the range for fifty years and hopes the cap gun stays on the shelf.
We are not looking for a fight.
But we are not running either.
And unlike Vinnie — we know exactly what we’re doing.
The bunker won’t save him from that.
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