Deep blue state, live in an apartment complex. Last night around sundown, I watched from my balcony as these 3 hamplanets (the lightest one ran about 210), with a pair of homemade signs with multi-colored letters rambling on about BLM, dressed in all black with black bandannas around their neck for later, trying to get into their tiny fucking car to go to muh protests. It was hilarious. First of all, because somebody had parked close to their drivers side door, the driver (BIG GIRL) couldn't get in. So her slightly smaller friend goes through the passenger side door on a mission: Climb over the bucket seats, get into the drivers seat, and get the car out of the spot so the other two can come aboard. This was a fucking sight to see, I can tell you that, and it took no less than 12 minutes. It was like watching the Post Office at work. And then, this was my favorite part. They couldn't fit the signs in the trunk. They had these big signs, and the trunk was tiny, and they didn't want to fold the signs, cuz that, like, literally ruins them, so now they decide to bring them in the car with them. Not happening. Too much ham, too much signage, not enough room for all of it. They can barely fit the signs through the door.Time for a screaming match. 3 screaming fat chicks standing out in the parking lot unable to get any further than 4 ft from where they started 20 minutes ago, screaming and swearing, getting salt on their larpy antifa clothes, and i thought: BEHOLD YOUR ADVERSARY. And then I laughed my ass off, loudly and heartily, for a long time.