Gotta be quick. Things are happening fast.
Saw my President on TV last night and he sent me the signal, “Stand back. Stand by!”
To most of you, it was just another “Fucked up thing,” your crazy president said, but to me, it was as close to the national anthem as one can get without raising a flag.
“Stand back. Stand by!” Just another way of saying “Lock and load!” except only those of us who know the code, know what it means.
“Stand back. Stand by!” Take the safety off your trigger and be prepared to follow our boy Kyle Rittenhouse into deadly battle. Kyle only killed two-and-a-half black-loving, free-lovin’ Democratic hippy protesters (the ‘half’ is ’cause he only shot off one guy’s trigger arm) but then Kyle was a trailblazer and only needed to show us the way.
“Stand back. Stand by!” Stand by the door boys. We’re the only thing standing between our president and the sickos, psychos, socialists and pinkos out to get him and tear down our once proud American traditions. Traditions like keeping blacks in their place and keeping whites in charge, saluting the Confederate flag and defending our right to buy semi-automatic rifles and pistols.
“Stand back. Stand by!” Keep your shooting eye poised on those blue-bellied fuckin’ Democrats; before we’re done we might have to shoot them all. We’ll see what our leader says.
“Stand back. Stand by!” You gotta hand it to my President. What a great fuckin’ debate!
