So, I'm at my regular antifa meeting (you know how you have to go regularly otherwise they revoke your membership and it's a real pain filling in all those forms to get it reinstated) and I'm just browsing the balaclava merch stall, when this guy comes up to me and asks if I want a job as a protestor - pays $100k a year, medical, dental, in-house shiatsu masseur, may require frog attire. Heck yeah, I do.
As the guy moves on, I turn to the woman behind the merch stall. Did that just happen? Or was it some kind of Republican fever dream?
Yes, she replies.
#uspol #microfiction #nokings
