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As usual Glenn Reib points out the hypocrisy and hysterical level of idiocy that the Left continues to push all while thinking they are noble and better than the rest of the country that lives in reality.
Dear Fellow Americans who have mistaken a tantrum for a movement,
Congratulations. This Saturday, March 28th, you’re proudly rolling out “No Kings 3: The Reckoning” the third installment in what has become the longest-running national improv performance since you all decided reality was optional back in 2016. Millions of you will flood the streets again. Signs raised. Chants rehearsed. Outfits coordinated like it’s political Comic-Con. All to boldly declare: “America has no kings.” Stunning. Brave. Pulitzer-worthy insight.
Next up, are you marching against gravity? Maybe organizing a rally to stop the sun from rising? Because that’s about the level of urgency and intellectual rigor, we’re dealing with here. You’re out there screaming about “tyranny” under a man who: Won an election. Is implementing policies voters asked for. And....brace yourself, hasn’t crowned himself Emperor despite your decade-long meltdown predicting it, ohhh.....the absolute horror.
You’ve been yelling “dictator” since 2015, and somehow, miraculously...the Constitution is still standing, elections still happen, and nobody’s getting hauled off to the dungeon for disagreeing. That must be incredibly frustrating for your narrative.
But here’s where it gets truly embarrassing. You’re chanting “No Kings!” while: Dressing in matching outfits like a coordinated theater troupe Beating drums and dancing like crazed lunatics. Blocking traffic so working people can’t get to their actual lives. This isn’t resistance. This is performance art for people who think hashtags are heroic.
Real tyranny doesn’t allow protests. Real tyrants don’t tolerate mocking crowds. Real kings don’t sit there while thousands of overeducated, under-informed adults scream at them through bullhorns and then go home to post selfies about how they “saved democracy.” If this were actual tyranny, your little parade would’ve lasted about 12 seconds. Instead, you get police escorts, media coverage, and the freedom to act like absolute fools on a national stage.
And then there’s the cardio. You’re marching for hours, fueled by outrage and overpriced coffee, burning calories like revolution depends on your Fitbit. Here’s a radical idea: Take all that energy… and do something productive with it. Go for a walk. Lift something heavier than your ego. Improve your life instead of performing your misery in public. Because right now, you don’t look like freedom fighters. You look like a flash mob of emotionally unstable adults cosplaying oppression in a country that literally gives you the right to do exactly that.
And the irony? You scream about “kings” while demanding government control over everything from speech to business to daily life, basically begging for a ruling class, as long as it’s your side holding the scepter. That’s not rebellion. That’s a tantrum with branding. America doesn’t have kings. It has elections. YOU LOST.
And instead of recalibrating, persuading, or, God forbid....self-reflecting, you’ve chosen interpretive dance in the streets as your strategy. Bold move. Let’s see how that plays out.
Until then, keep marching. Keep chanting. Keep playing dress-up in the world’s most well-funded group therapy session. The rest of us will be over here, working, building, voting… and occasionally pausing to laugh at the spectacle.
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