The Skeeter Daddle Diaries

Most of my friends are left wingers. Imagine my shock to learn from the President in the wake of the Charlie Kirk assassination that they’re not the innocent, normal, patriotic pals I thought they were. No, it turns out ‘they’re vicious and they’re horrible’. And worse, they’re my buddies. How was I to know they were probably the most likely people to turn to violence when politics didn’t go the way they wanted. Out there on social media the news (at least to me) was that they were the most likely to use assassinations to get what they wanted. And what they wanted, according to Mr. Trump, was more transgenders, more open borders, more men in women’s sports. Sick, just completely sick, the President says, evil people. Horrible people. Vicious people. Terrorists. And worst of all, they’re my friends.

I doubt that a single one of my buddies have a gun. Not that they couldn’t run up to the Sedro-Wooley gunshow this weekend and pick up an assault rifle or two. Probably have to sign up for some shooting practice, spend some time on the shooting range wherever one might be. Gotta buy ammo. Maybe go on some Proud Boys’ websites or other white nationalist podcasts to learn how best to take on the ‘enemy’. Those guyz have guns galore and they know how to use em. Not too many left wing vigilante groups or terrorist cells, far as I know, but hell, I didn’t even know my friends were radical crazies bent on destroying America. So they might have secret organizations I’m not aware of. They sure haven’t asked me to join one, that I do know (just in case the FBI is reading this).

What else I do know is I may be guilty by association. It’s the Red Scare all over again and I’m now in the crosshairs. Along with my former friends. And most likely all Democrats in the Congress. Today I’ll probably run into town and purchase an American flag to fly out front. A big flag. And maybe a couple to fly both sides of my pickup. The truck I’m going to sticker up with Don’t Tread On Me decals and a Confederate flag or two so no one will mistake me for a leftwing radical, no sir, just your average good ol boy rightwing NRA Trump loving South Ender who wouldn’t hurt a fly. Which I can’t say the same for my vicious commie friends. Former friends!