One of the stupidest things to come to national attention in 2020 was the McCloskey mishigas. They’re the St. Louis couple who raced out of stately McCloskey manor to “defend” themselves from BLM protestors. It’s hard to take someone who’s dressed like a mime seriously. I hate mimes. I’m not crazy about Mark and Patricia McCloskey either.
The McCloskeys have ridden this dubious incident to a speaking slot at the RNC, a guilty plea, and a senate run by Marky Mark or is that Macky Mac? They should have taken some gun safety classes instead. I’ve never even held an unloaded gun and I know better than to point a rod at anyone. I learned that from watching Mike Hammer and Frank Cannon.
This minor league Pennywise held a rally the other day in a parking lot. It bombed but led to a hilarious piece in the Riverfront Times by Daniel Hill. The opening paragraph is a classic:
Noted local criminal Mark McCloskey played host to a barbecue/political rally on Sunday afternoon, drawing tens of admirers to the sweltering parking lot of a closed outlet mall in St. Louis County to celebrate the one-year anniversary of the time he pulled a gun on a crowd of people who otherwise would never have noticed or cared he existed.
Make sure you read the whole damn piece. It contains spit take after spit take. Well done, Mr. Hill.
The entertainment at this rally ducked by Trumpist “luminaries” such as Michael Flynn and Madison Cawthorn was a Deep Purple cover band whose lead singer used to be in REO Speedwagon. I am not making this up.
The last word goes to Deep Purple with a song that was performed by the aforementioned cover band at the sparsely attended rally:
I hate guns (never liked them as a child either), and have never held a real one either.
My father came back from WWII and never touched a gun again. He was an anti-gun Republican. Not many of those left.
What a couple of lunatic wannabes.
Thanks for the link to the Riverfront Times article – hilarious!
I’m also freaked out by guns.
Not to mention that’s a right-handed gun (they all are). That fat boy pull the trigger and it’ll send hot brass right down the collar of his pretty pink polo.