In the past couple months, America has witnessed the utter humiliation of the radical Left in the streets. For years, the Antifa have relied on superior numbers to harass and shut down those with whom they disagree. But now that the numbers in the streets are equal – and now that the right-wing has demonstrated its intention to defend itself against attack – the Antifa don’t know what to do anymore.
This much was demonstrated in Harrisburg on April 1st, when the Antifa were successful in bullying the Libertarian Party, but not our faction. When we held our event and gave them a place to show, they folded.
Then came Berkeley. Seeing the Antifa demolished at Berkeley was almost unbearable to witness for the fact of its sheer glory. It was there that Based Stickman was born.
New Orleans at that same time became the epicenter of the Great Southern Genocide, its four statues holy relics in our struggle. And the day Jefferson Davis was taken down, my hometown of Orlando was made the next target on the agenda.
It was also that day that Kyle Chapman, a.k.a., Based Stickman, asked me to speak at the Free Speech Rally in Boston. I agreed, and made my way North.
One thing to note is that both sides of the conflict conducted intelligence operations. The Antifa have had Chapman and me in their sights, and with both of us speaking at the same event, they would be sure to come out in force. I cannot say publicly what measures our side took to infiltrate their organization and to protect our own, but clearly those measures were successful, as anyone can see who witnessed the event.
When I arrived at the event on Saturday, the Antifa were up on a hill chanting their absurd slogans about Trump and the KKK. Here was the scene just before noon:
Immediately after this, I met Kyle Chapman in person for the first time.
Between the Oathkeepers and the Boston Police Department, a No Man’s Land was kept between the patriots and the communists. The Antifa were trapped on their hill, and we held our entire event without any interruption, save a brief moment of excitement when the Antifa were stupid enough to try to break the line into No Man’s Land during the speech of Stewart Rhodes.
Here are the speeches leading up to that moment. First, the introduction and a reading of the Bill of Rights:
Then the speakers and the failed Antifa rush:
Once the anticipation of battle had died down, I was given the microphone. Here is the speech I gave:
After my speech was Kyle Chapman’s. He took the stage like he owned it:
Once Kyle was done speaking, we formed our column for the march. As we gathered, the Antifa started chanting “Goodbye” from their spot on the hill, willfully refusing to accept the reality of their total defeat and determined to attempt a propaganda victory at all costs. We began our march on the Freedom Trail through the heart of Boston – and within five minutes, the Antifa gave up and went home. When we came back to the rally point, they were nowhere to be found.
Our victory in Boston was so total that it was almost disappointing. This band of freaks and losers had organized all over the Northeast, calling this event the Battle of Boston. And yet they showed up with nothing but sticks and chants. Like children they stayed up there on that hill yelling insults. They were hateful and infuriated, and everyone on the lawn with the patriots was having a grand old time. The mood on our side was jovial and genuinely positive. Everyone was excited and happy to be there. The radical Left gave us the greatest gift possible: unity, born of a common enemy. Here were my final thoughts on the day:
And to add insult to injury, the Boston Antifa parody act put out this work of comedic gold: