Does anyone remember the Women’s March on Washington, which took place on January 21st, 2017?
So just in case, here’s what really happened: American women, with exceedingly euphoric expectations that Hillary Clinton was definitely going to win the U.S. Presidental elections and become America’s next President, had purchased a lot of plane tickets to Washington D.C. so they’d be there to witness her inauguration.
Sometimes though, even your surest expectations do not come true, they change course overnight, and you get highly disappointed. But since you still have all those plane tickets which will likely not get refunded at all, what do you do then? ….
Simple; you improvise! You change the originally planned goal, pull out a bullhorn and announce instead that, “We’re going to Washington to protest against the newly-elected President!”
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So I posted this diary under one of Sandman’s videos – Feminists Destroying Canada, which was released a week after the Women’s march. Three months later though, Sandman would also release – My Rules, the video which specifically talked about those January 2017 protests in the U.S. (be sure to check out both linked videos).
And oh! By the way, I’m neither a Trump nor Hillary supporter, but that’s neither here nor there. Anyways, ….
(‘Twas a quiet, breezy January 28, 2017 afternoon, and Somewhere in America) . . .
(Little Stephanie): “Daddy, where did mommy go last weekend?”
(Bob, an ice road trucker): “Honey, your mom went off to war. You see, she drafted herself into the Pink Army to go fight in the Washington War. The battle cry had rallied up a whole bunch of her American female comrades and their male supporters. And these women descended upon our nation’s capital, fighting their way through thick enemy lines and commanding every strategic location until they got to the enemy’s stronghold. . . . You should have seen the bloodbath in their camo tampons! Those courageous women showed the utmost bravery I’ll tell you that. Matter of fact, EVERY SINGLE ONE of them made it back home alive!”
(Little Stephanie): “Really? But, what were they fighting for?”
(Bob, sipping his beer): “The Right to be Free!” honey. To be able to abort you, and at the same time make the supposed Enemy, The Man, pay for it. . . . You may be too young to understand now, but when you grow up and go to college you will be indoctrinated by feminist professors, that ain’t no higher noble cause for strong, independent women to live and abort for.”
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(Stephanie): “So, did mommy get a medal for her valiant actions?”
(Bob): “Oh yeah she did! She returned home with a pink hat, a strong reminder of what I had hoped to be getting regularly when we first got married. . . . And now I’m going to sit out the next four years, getting bombarded by her PTSD, PMS, bitterness and misery; constantly being reminded that she is actually the one being oppressed in America, even though she’s always being given better life opportunities than the rest of us.”
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…… And that folks, was a page extract from
“The Horrors of Serving in The Victimhood Regiment,”
by Vagelina Cuntique, Ph.D STDs.
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(Y’all have a great weekend now).
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