A Child in Virginia, Richmond 2020, Martin Luther King Day…
By Jack Heart & Orage
The wolf shall dwell with the lamb,
and the leopard shall lie down with the young goat,
and the calf and the lion and the fattened calf together;
and a little child shall lead them.– Isaiah 11:6
The speaker, a sheriff from one of the many counties which rejected Virginia governor Ralph Northam’s attempt to undermine the constitution, couldn’t be heard outside the East German style fence erected by Virginia’s double digit IQ’ed State Police and their Richmond counterparts.
The latter; physically as motley a collection of real life mutts as any make believe cast from Hollywood’s Police Academy, looked scared to death as patrols of armed militia men, obviously better drilled in street warfare and crowd control than they are, patrolled the perimeter of the hundred thousand plus crowd. Communication between militia units was carried on as per “Phil’s” recommendation; with two way radios. When moving through the crowd they held on to each other’s backpacks to prevent separation which would weaken the units combat effectiveness.
The sound of the overhead helicopters drowning out the speaker was deafening and when I tried to count them I gave up at six as they swooped in and out of view. One came so close that the people around me were laughingly speculating that it was Mike Bloomberg. The blue and white luxury models being used certainly were not media.
They were unmarked and not one overhead photograph of the crowd has made the internet. Perhaps that is so the ridiculously low estimates of twenty-two thousand by Barney Fife and the Richmond Police Academy misfits would seem more plausible. Sean Hannity estimated sixty thousand. I who have been to more big ticket concerts, including the Who at the Meadowlands, than Hannity and Fife combined estimate the crowd to have been more like a hundred and fifty thousand…
Not even close to a tenth of the crowd bothered to file through the gauntlet of metal detectors and idiot cops frisking people. Although a whole block of them were set up outside the Stasi style fence there were no porta potties inside it. Even cigarette lighters and matches were being confiscated. Many people were armed, some better than the Israeli Defense Force and nobody was giving up their weapons to the lackeys of a pasty faced globalist coward like Ralph Northam.
That seemed to be the whole point of the thing; to let them know they were not in control and never will be short of using nuclear weapons on their own people. In fact, that is the point of the second amendment. Contrary to the obscurantism presented by a media that has reached such unprecedented levels of corruption that the president himself has labeled them “Fake News” it is every able bodied Americans patriotic duty to keep themselves just as well armed and skilled with weaponry as the most highly trained Special Forces Opp. Although useful for those who do, guns are not for hunting deer. They are the great equalizer. They are for meeting Force with Force…
Also, as per Phil’s recommendations, a very lively campaign outside the fence to collect signatures “to recall radical Ralph Northam” seemed to be drawing more attention than the podium inside Northam’s contrived area of protest. Men with clipboards worked their way through the crowd collecting signatures and contrary to the narrative being spewed by the paid liars of media, there was a very appropriate representation of all Americans in attendance; Whites, Blacks, Asians and Hispanics.
A Hispanic woman carried a huge sign saying, “Do I look like a White Supremacist?” A well-dressed White man along with his Asian wife addressed the crowd saying “I’m an accountant and she’s an immigration lawyer. Where are the White Supremacists?” Everywhere people were giving impromptu speeches. An articulate young man named Jason Alexander Roberge, who was running on the Republican ticket for the seventh district congressional seat, was telling anyone that would listen that he was pro second amendment and pro legalization. The pro legalization of marijuana made him very unpopular with the other republicans, but he added adamantly “I’m for states’ rights…”
I made my way through the crowd, which outside the fence was packed like sardines for blocks, trying to remain as anonymous as possible. As I got up towards the wrought iron fence that is part of the park proper, my way was barred by some steel partitions set up by the would-be Stasi. I was trying to take pictures of the crowd in Northam’s cage, but all I was really getting was the wrought iron fence.
Some men who looked like they were in charge noticed me, I don’t know how with all those people around me, many taking pictures with their iPhones just like I was, but they did. As they came over to me, the crowd parted for them as the Red Sea supposedly did for Moses. About four or five of them shoved the Stasi’s partitions aside and told me to go in and take my pictures through the wrought iron bars.
As I did, I remarked to them what a wonderful job they were doing keeping the demonstration peaceful. I said “this is the worst possible scenario for Northam, not even a single fist fight. He needed violence and instead he gets Woodstock with machine guns.” A man laughed and said, “but that ain’t the way the fake news is going to cover it.” I answered him “well I write a little myself and that’s the way I’m going to cover it.”
I recently read a Huffington Post article a friend of mine posted on Facebook joking about four hundred pound fat men waving around assault rifles while riding around on adult scooters. I did not see any four hundred pound fat men. What I did see is a lot of twenty and thirty something, six foot plus rednecks who could beat nine tenths of the type of metro “men” who read the Huffington Post to death with one hand tied behind their back, no need for any kind of weapon at all.
For the diversity of both political views, color and ethnicity of the people in attendance, it was a miracle no fights broke out. In fact, I have never felt safer in my life than I did walking around that crowd. I have been to both Yankee and Met games where I was compelled to watch my back. The only one who seemed to want violence was Alex Jones, who had a black military style truck there with six people in camo fatigues hanging off the back. The truck, emblazoned with the Info Wars logo, was circling the crowd perimeter like an angry wasp. A man who was obviously a professional orator implored the crowd through a megaphone to rise up and take back their country. The whole thing looked like something right out of the Road Warriors…
Jones, just like his shadowy globalist handlers, was expecting violence. They needed violence. Northam did everything he could to facilitate a bloodbath. No one in their right mind would attempt to lock fifty thousand people from Antifa and various factions of militant Black activist groups in a steel cage with a right wing militia and not expect a melee of biblical proportions. But the wolf, the lion, the lamb and the fatted calf all lay down together, much to their dismay.
I drove the eighty miles back from Richmond to Stanardsville grinning like the cat who just swallowed the canary. There’s a new sheriff in town. The introduction to the 1963 television series the Outer Limits comes to mind: “There is nothing wrong with your television set. Do not attempt to adjust the picture. We are controlling transmission. If we wish to make it louder, we will bring up the volume. If we wish to make it softer, we will tune it to a whisper. We will control the horizontal. We will control the vertical. We can roll the image, make it flutter. We can change the focus to a soft blur, or sharpen it to crystal clarity…”
Photos Courtesy Of Lift 3.0 & Chris Bakker