What is the idea behind doing something that expresses one’s sentiments or one’s feelings and not letting others know who is behind those sentiments? It is called, in plain English, being a COWARD.
The other day while I was sitting in my office, someone threw a bottle onto the front porch with a note inside the bottle — you know, like when people would write a note, stick it in a bottle and then throw it in the ocean, hoping someone will find it.
The note said, “Trump-loving racists aren’t the only ones with guns! Aren’t the only ones with a problem with America and the problem is YOU and your HATE.”
“Be careful what U wish for NO RACE WAR in LV,” and the note gives credit to an organization or person named “PATRIOT OF PEACE.” First of all, I believe that the one who threw the bottle into my office is the one with hate, not me. I was sitting in my place of business and minding my own business; I was not the one throwing the bottle onto someone’s property.
I am not a Trump-loving racist; I am just a Trump supporter, but no racism has place in this conversation because I believe that I live in an almost-free country and I have the right to support and believe in whomever I want.
If Trump-loving racists are not the only ones with guns, it may be that you also have guns, so why not come in and display your guns? I never said that I have guns, so you must be the one with the winning hand. Just walk on into my place of business or my living quarters because YOU are the one with the guns. I never said that I have guns, because I don’t. In fact, I am afraid of guns.
You are the one hiding your name and you are calling me a coward! Really? I sign my name to every article I write and I take credit for every statement I make on my radio show, and yet you call me a coward.
It is actually the other way around, you little cowardly sissy! I am in my own place, minding my own business, expressing my own opinion, writing my own words with my name on every article and signing off my radio show with my name, and yet you call me the coward?
You told me that I should be careful what I wish for. I thank you for your advice, but I don’t need to be careful what I wish for; I just need to wish a little harder so that my wish for you to come back here and introduce yourself to me will become a reality.
Just walk in and tell me your name — as I am telling you mine — so we can both know who the other person is.
I know that my wishes are not going to come true though because you are not a man; you do not have the cajones; you do not have the guts to come into my place and identify yourself. And don’t forget, if you do come here, to bring that big ol’ gun that you were threatening me with!
Patriot of Peace? Peace, you say, and you are breaking my windows, breaking bottles on my front door, insulting me and questioning my loyalty to my candidate? You don’t even know right from wrong; you are no doubt a coward with a socialist mentality — one who most likely enjoys it when a woman screams and yells at you, so you can blame her for causing you to leave the kind of residue in your pants that Billy Boy left in Monica’s blue dress.
I was a Donald Trump supporter before the election, and still am, whether as winner or loser, because I believe he is the best candidate to make America great again.
I do believe in having borders; I believe in the need to know who is coming across those borders, who is bringing in drugs, and who is bringing in diseases; I believe that we need all those jobs to come back here that are currently operating in the Dominican Republic, Costa Rica, the Philippines and Mexico.
I am not a socialist nor a communist; I believe in democracy and I am a broken old man who believes in capitalism because I enjoy driving a Bentley and living in a big old house all by myself.
And let me tell you something else, you cowardly piece of trash — my name is Rolando Larraz; I walk alone, drive alone, live alone; I do not carry a gun because I do not need a gun to deal with trash like you, someone who most likely wears panties instead of men’s underwear.
The doors of this newspaper are always open, so you do not need to knock; just walk in and surprise me. I am old, I am overweight, I am short and I do not carry a gun, so let the best man be the one who can dial up the Coroner’s Office.
My name is Rolando Larraz, and as always, I approved this column.
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Rolando Larraz is Editor in Chief of the Las Vegas Tribune. His column appears weekly in this newspaper. To contact Rolando Larraz, email him at: Rlarraz@lasvegastribune.com or at 702-272-4634.