As an out-of-control member of a radical left-wing mob, pretty sure I’m gonna make chicken wings later. Annoyingly there aren’t any federal monuments in our garden but I might knock a chair over, for kicks. And then pick it up again, obviously. No point being untidy about it.

As a radical and militant Antifa Marxist I’ve just made some chimichurri to go with the steaks I’m cooking for our local violent leftist mob. They wanted béarnaise but frankly I just don’t give a fuck.

There’s been intrusive questions about the spice mix used on the wings and that just proves what capitalist running dogs you are. The violent leftist Trotskyist anarco-syndicalist mob I run with rejects the tyranny of recipes, and also I’d had a few beers already to be honest.