There was a pro-Trump art exhibition in NYC this week...stop laughing I'm serious. This really happened. Gavin McInnes was there and everything.
Wintrich was fired from his job at the ad agency Anomaly after Milo praised his “Twinks for Trump” photo series (photos of young gay models in Trump hats) in an article entitled “How Donald Trump Made It Cool To Be Gay Again.” The show itself was fired before it even began when social justice warriors launched a bitchy campaign to embarrass the venue. The story from the Pierogi Gallery, a.k.a. The Boiler, is they backed out because they were tricked and didn’t know it was a Trump show. When Lucian published the original contracts that included the words “Trump Gallery Show,” the story then became they thought Lucian was being sarcastic but canceled the show when they discovered that he “really believes in this stuff.” In other words, he was guilty of thoughtcrimes...
That’s all you have to do with these people, keep going. There were maybe two or three protesters who stood outside in the rain and inside the place was completely packed. There were mostly conservatives there but also a very eclectic group of people, from curious artists wondering what all the fuss was about to iconic NYC icons such as Sophia Lamar. The art was good, too.
Epstein’s paintings of George Washington in a #MAGA hat looked like they belonged in the Met. O’Keefe displayed his Emotional First Aid Kit from the viral video, Art Wing Conspiracy had their “Think Different” posters, the Godesky brothers brought the original art from their Trump cards, and Jon Pro showed off his Rise of the Republic painting, among others.
Some kid snuck in and started putting swastika stickers on the art, which I missed, but I did catch a big fat guy in a Che Guevara hat who was clutching a bag close to his side and acting very suspicious. I asked him if he was a plant and he immediately started panicking so I threw his hat in the pig’s blood, grabbed him by the collar, and threw him out the door. As I was marching him out, he broke into this high-pitched scream that sounded like an 8-year-old girl on a roller coaster. It was one of the funniest and most disturbing things I’ve ever heard. It was also invigorating and the atmosphere at this thing reminded me of early-Giuliani New York when there was a sense of danger and people wanted to get into trouble. Despite the art being so disproportionately faggy, there were tons of beautiful women floating around and they were flirtatious because everyone was drunk.
The really important takeaway here is the the nature of our opponents. These aren't shoulder to shoulder types marching down the street singing La Marseillaise or in their case, the Internationale. These are skinny chin bearded geeks. These are the Iron Gerbils. These are pussys who cry out in pain as they strike you. These the ground troops the Establishment Opposition sends against us.