
© ARROWVICEAnd the Lord made Sophie Cunningham of the Indiana Fever
". . . there is no saving the Left. Whatever happens to them, it will have to happen without people like you or me trying to get them to return to any place of sanity."
— Sasha Stone on Substack
A punishing heat-dome creeps over the eastern half of the country just in time for the gala Fourth of July week. The days are brutal, but anything and everything crawls out of the woodwork when that blazing sun goes down and the moon comes out.
Everyone's on edge, but the edge of what? I will tell you.
First, could there be a richer (or more obvious) target for bloody mischief than this year's national holiday,
the 250th birthday of a nation that millions lucky enough to live here have been trained-up to hate on? Even the sons and daughters (including pretend "daughters") of millionaires have gone mad-dog on America, the poster-boy being Marxist-jihadi
New York City Mayor Zohran Mamdani, the Left's new avatar-general.
Since no one is more hated than the,
ahem, Celebrator-in-Chief,
you might want to steer clear of conspicuous public celebrations this week. Antifa and even worse gangs are out there right now,
making plans and laying traps. Maybe not so much in places like Texas, where eight Antifas were just sentenced collectively to 450 years in the slammer for shooting up the Prairieland ICE Detention Center in Alvarado. . . but here in the Empire State and other Blue-ish jurisdictions,
all bets are off. Be careful 'out there' among the smokin' ribs, the fireworks shows, and big music venues.
Comment: It's about time the DOJ cracked down:
Add the problem of "temporary workers" who are here on supposedly limited visas, yet finagle ways to bring their whole family over: