On Monday’s episode of The Radical Agenda, Christopher Cantwell — awaiting trial in Virginia with an ankle monitor — celebrated Christmas with his usual glorification of racism and violence. This time the sniveling Nazi is targeting Erica Garner — the social justice activist whose father Eric was placed in a fatal chokehold by NYPD officers in 2014.
Days before Christmas, 27-year-old Erica suffered a heart attack and was placed in a medically induced coma. Yesterday it was revealed that Erica suffered “major brain damage” as a result. At the beginning of his podcast, Cantwell gleefully called this a “holiday miracle” and joked that she might “get to see her father for Christmas.”
“You might remember the story of Eric Garner, he was the obese repeat offender Negro who resisted arrest when he was caught illegally selling cigarettes in Staten Island,” Cantwell said, delivering his prepared remarks without a hint of emotion.
“Shockingly enough, this didn’t work out well for him. He died after telling the officer he was fighting, ‘I can’t breathe’ and sparked massive demonstrations by low-IQ savages who think it’s racist to enforce laws.”
Cantwell held Erica responsible for these demonstrations, since she could have used her father’s broad daylight execution to teach African-Americans “if you break the law and resist arrest, bad things will happen to you, whatever your race.”
Instead, she became a vocal critic of racism and police brutality. Or, in Cantwell’s words, “she decided to create infinitely more suffering by stirring the pot and encouraging Black Lives Matter rioters to continue wreaking havoc across America.” He added that Erica’s “hopeful demise is a special gift” that should be “visited upon many more such agitators” in 2018.
Later in the episode he (once again) performed a violent, racist version of “Twas the Night Before Christmas.” Like Paddy Tarleton’s parody of “Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer,” Cantwell’s poem celebrates James Fields Jr.’s attack on anti-racist protesters that left one woman dead:
‘Twas the night before Christmas in Red Charlottesville,
A tranny was lying, ’cause that’s what trannies do;
The niggers were stealing, the Jews in control,
And white working folks, they paid for it all;
Until in Lee Park there arose such a clatter,
Antifa came running to see what was the matter.
And there in the park with a torch in his hand,
A horrible, privileged, fat, racist white man.
The Communist shouted, “You fascist pig!
“We are the resistance! This town is for nigs!”
The fat man, he laughed, “Oh ho ho ho!
“You Bolshevik faggots, you don’t even know!”
With his free hand he pointed to the street by the park,
And sixteen headlights illuminated the dark.
He told them, “Reindeer are so 2004, so I traded them in for a Dodge Challenger!
“Now Dasher, now Dancer, now Prancer and Vixen!
“On Comet, on Cupid, on Donner and Blitzen!
“Run these kikes over so Heyer they’ll visit!”
Cantwell described the protesters fleeing as the Challenger sped into them, proving “black lives don’t matter.” In his poem, Santa Claus then phoned President Trump, who suggested delivering weapons to Cantwell himself:
“Select-fire AKs and ARs galore!
Glocks, Rugers, ammo, and body armor!”
With tears in my eyes I said, “This is for me?”
He said, “Of course, you crying Nazi!”
I loaded the guns and tried on the gear,
I thanked him profusely and wiped away tears.
I told him, “For years I thought you weren’t real.
“But these guns and those corpses just sealed the deal!
“I’ll always believe now, thank you Santa!”
He said, “Don’t thank me, thank Adolf Hitler!”
Somehow this was even worse than Tarleton’s song. And that’s saying a lot.