Oops!

I found out this weekend that I am a terrorist and hate America.

Oops! How did that happen?

I confess that I am an ANTIFA.

I lost a great uncle (my grandmother’s brother) in a destroyer’s gun turret during World War II.

It was a training accident. But he was training to fight the Japanese in the Pacific.

I had another great uncle (my other grandmother’s brother) who landed in the second wave on Normandy beach.

He was fighting the German fascists. A potato-masher grenade blew him up into a tree and disabled him for life. He was never able to tell war stories. He could still talk, just not about that.

So, I was born ANTIFA.

Of course, I understand the Pumpkinhead’s family came from Germany.

Maybe that’s why he identifies me as an enemy.

Nobody ever recruited me to be an ANTIFA. I have always known I was one since I first learned about World War II.

But I shouldn’t be surprised. The Pumpkinhead quotes Hitler, admires Hitler, and wishes for German Generals. No wonder he hates anti-fascists.

I am now a terrorist. To prove it, I wrote this post. Please tell me in the comments how many people have been killed by reading this post. It is the only terrorist act I committed this weekend.