Looks like the Democrats are really getting desperate. A political ad in Virginia produced for the “Latino Victory Project” depicts a Republican voter in a pickup truck trying to run down (and by implication, murder) some minority children. The propagandists who made this were careful to display Gadsen Flag plates (in place of both front and rear license plates because, y’know, police in any state would totally let you drive around like that), a bumper sticker for the political candidate this ad was meant to demonize, and a Confederate Flag.
Just as the pickup traps the children against a fence, we are shown one of them waking up from a nightmare.
Message: unless you elect more
Communists Democrats, this nightmare will come true.
This is Joseph Goebbels level agitprop. Make the driver of the pickup truck a hook-nosed Jew and replace the minority kids with blond Aryan urchins, and this could have been played in theaters all across
National Socialist Germany.
More disgusting than the ad, perhaps, is the defense of it all across the Democrat/Media Machine.
With the bar now set so low, maybe it’s fair to say that anything goes. Plenty of concern trolls would object to the political ad scripted below, even though it is far more reality-based than the Virginia ad.
EXT – POLLING LOCATION, DAY:
A pickup truck pulls into the parking lot, passing ACTIVISTS with multicolored hair and facial piercings holding up signs with slogans like “Trump is Hitler!” “If you vote Republican, you’re a Nazi!” and “Death to all Nazis!”
INT – INSIDE THE TRUCK CAB, DAY:
DAD looks worried by what he sees. His young SON sees the activists outside, and turns toward Dad.
Who are they? Why are they yelling at us?
Dad forces a smile of reassurance for Son, and parks the pickup.
EXT – POLLING LOCATION, DAY:
Both truck doors open. Dad gets out on one side, and Son gets out on the other.
Dad, why did you take a day off work just so you could stand in line here?
You remember when I said the law was originally written to protect Americans, right? Well, we have to try to elect honest folks who will obey the law and protect our rights.
On the front door of the polling place, where three BLM THUGS with axe handles patrol back and forth in front of it.
Worried, Dad meets son in front of the truck and grabs his hand.
Stay close, Son.
A LOUD NOISE distracts both of them. The noise consists of horn-heavy MUSIC and lots of YELLING IN SPANISH. Dad and Son turn toward the source of the noise.
On a bus pulling into the parking lot. A Mexican Flag flies from the antenna. The bus stops, and 20 MEXICANS poor out, still yelling in Spanish and laughing. They wear bandanas, gold chains, and La Raza T-shirts. The DRIVER gets out, notices Dad and Son staring, and marches up to them.
What’s your problemo, mamon? What you looking at?
Dad tightens his grip on Son’s hand, stepping in front of the boy to shield him. He says nothing, but notices the Mexican flags on the bus and tatooed on several of the Mexicans strutting up to the polling place.
(mocking) Uh-oh. We just canceled out your vote, pendejo. What you gonna do about it?
Dad scowls, but remains silent. Son peeks out from behind his human shield and Driver leers at him.
Hey, Gringo-Boy. Your daddy can’t protect you. Tell him he needs to make way–this ain’t your country anymore.
Dad pulls Son behind him, away from Driver, past the BLM Thugs, into the polling station.
INT – POLLING STATION, DAY:
Dad and Son enter. Dad sees the Mexicans signing random names on the voter rolls and receiving ballots from the POLL WORKER, a middle-aged buzz-cut woman wearing a shirt that says “I get drunk on the tears of white cis-gendered males.”
Aren’t you supposed to check IDs?
What are you–a racist?
“Who’s country is this?”
“Who’s do you want it to be?”
“Vote ____________________ for Congress…while your vote still counts.”