I wasn't there when Black Bloc heaved oranges at police. Though I did see a single smashed egg on the pavement on the walk home.

It's funny how all the pearl-clutchers who you just *know* weren't ever within 1,000,000 miles of the city at all, much less @ the event, start whinging about how they're moving out. Not 1 of them ever decries the waste of food when you throw it at some schmuck in full body armor. I'm thinking of making that my new sock-shtick.

"Antifa I went to Fred's but you bought up ALL THE ORANGES & EGGS and RUINED MY RAMOS GIN FIZZ BREAKFAST CURSE YOUUUUU!!!"
"I mean, uhhh... those Ramos Gin Fizzes I was gonna' pass out to the homeless. Yeah..."

"Hi I'm a Red Hat-Wearing prick-ass windbag and I saw a tent and some broken glass under the Morrison St. Bridge today and UH-WAHHH!! this horrible city I'm LEAVING and taking my millions [sic] and don't you DARE try to stop meeeee!!!"

[Big Reveal: No one wants to stop you, Diaper Baby. Get your ass out to the far reaches of Orange County and stay there forever.]

I sometimes feel guilty about how much more time I spend mocking Liberals over MAGAs. At least these panicky dipshits who emerge from their suburban bunkers (probably down the block from David Brooks) every time there's an Antifa sighting let me work on my flexibility a little.