Schuylkill Democrats Staging Rage Against the Regime Protest This Saturday

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Your sneering dismissal—calling your fellow citizens “woke left clowns”—is not a political critique, but a tantrum dressed up as commentary. You wield mockery like a toddler wields crayons: without precision, purpose, or understanding of the lines. The protesters you deride are exercising a fundamental right enshrined in the Constitution, the very document conservatives so often claim to revere. But it seems your version of patriotism is less about principle and more about petty derision.
If there are “only 10 of them,” why are you so afraid? Why bother to comment at all? Because deep down, you sense the tremor: that even a handful of voices, when principled and persistent, can unnerve those who have grown too comfortable in their unchallenged power. The regime doesn’t fear volume—it fears conviction.

Your contempt is a confession. You know these people are not clowns; they are your conscience externalized, reminding you that some Americans still believe freedom means standing up to overreach, not licking the boot that stomps your neighbor. You don’t want a circus. You want silence. And silence, in the face of injustice, is not strength—it is complicity.

So go ahead—scoff, sneer, and spit your little insults. But history remembers those who showed up. Not those who sat at keyboards, mistaking cowardice for wit.