By Colby Malsbury
And things had been going so well.
The blatant usurpation of the US presidency by the forces boosting the first-ever Catholic Veep, combined with the continual metastasizing of the Covid LARP, seemed to light a large enough fire under the neo-Right’s sizable posterior for it to finally arise from its Barca-Lounger and get mad.
And their targets were big enough and juicy enough that a wide-eyed freshman seminary student inexplicably drafted into the Marine Corps could hit them his first day on the rifle range.