Okay, so what would you do if a neo-Naz*, white supremacist who called on a holy war against J*ws and is a loud, proud misogynist lives in your town, you are a Jewish feminist and you know his address?

Further, what would you do if friend after friend messaged you with his address and told you that you should pop over since you live in the same town and report what it looks like from outside his home at 1826 S. Home, Berwyn, IL 60402?

Are there boxes potentially possessing dog poo? Are there boxes potentially possessing used menstrual products?

What would you do if it’s a Sunday and you’ve done your work for the day? Pop over there, you would. You’re a good friend, you’re curious as well.

So that is what I did.

I shot a short video, less than two minutes, from the public property of the sidewalk outside this address, noting that there were no boxes. As I did, a woman pulled up in her car, rolled down her window and was like, “Is this where the douchebag lives?” (Paraphrasing.) And I was like, “l think so!” and we laughed about his incel ass for a minute. Then she was like, “You should ring his doorbell and see what he has to say for himself.” (Again, paraphrasing.) And I have one serious weakness. It’s chocolate. Okay, I have two, one more relevant for this situation. I cannot back down from anything that even smacks of a dare. So I figured ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. There were no “no solicitors” signs up and, believe it or not, I would have respected that.

So I rang the doorbell, he immediately swung the door open like he was at damn Waco, sprayed me with a burning liquid (Pepper spray? Mace?) and pushed me down the stairs onto his sidewalk. I rolled into a protective position because I was anticipating kicks or stomps, he grabbed my phone, ran back inside, bolted the door and shut the blinds. Friends, it is dark in there, like a bunker.

I have video. I am holding onto that for evidence.

The woman in the car, probably feeling shitty for encouraging me to do it, called the cops and made a report. She begged me to get in the car with her because she was scared for my safety but I wasn’t going anywhere. Thanks, mysterious friend, for calling the cops because I obviously did not have a phone. We should get tea and talk about old times! You are also my main witness.

Anyway, I gave my full statement to the cop (Fuentes gave one separately and gave “no comment” as his statement) and the cop called an ambulance to check my eyes after being sprayed. (The cop gave me my phone back, which may be damaged after the incel stomped it like Rumpelstiltskin, which is why the pictures are pictures my husband took from my phone, as it’s no longer operational.) The nice EMTs took my vitals in the ambulance, too. I am a little sore on my right side, where I fell, but I’m fine.

Nicky, your little spray is as weak as you are. I hate to tell you to invest in a new brand but I didn’t even need eye wash.

Anyway, the cop, the EMTs and my husband* all asked, “Why did you ring the doorbell?!” kind of incredulously. I don’t know, why not? Again, no “no soliciting” sign and I was showing off for my new friend. Also, I think threatening women and girls everywhere deserves some kind of an explanation.

I want to make it very dear that I am not whining about being pushed down the steps and pepper sprayed by a 26-year-old who then took possession of and possibly broke my phone. I’m 57- years-old and 5’1" so it’s kind of funny that he’s have this melodramatic reaction to me but here we are. I guess thems are the breaks when you’re despised by about half the country and millions overseas as well. lid be touchy as well but, then again, I’m not making r*pe jokes or demeaning bodily autonomy.

I don’t know if he’s done this to others or I was the tipping point, but Fuentes is a little on edge.

So if you wanted to send Nicky a care package but were concerned you might not have the correct address, this is all to say, it is confirmed: 1826 S. Home, Berwyn, IL is the correct address. 💩🩸

* I have forgiven my husband. He made me a nice vegan hot chocolate with mini-marshmallows.

PS - Fuentes is a VEWY fwightened widdew man. Don’t ring the doorbell. He’s a little on edge. Go figure!

PPS - Should I file a police report? Yes, I rang his doorbell (did not hop a fence or anything) but I does that merit assault and property damage?

PPPS - Yes, I know the pictures are blurry. Believe me or don’t believe me. They are pictures my husband took with his phone camera off my phone because there was no way of sending them otherwise.

PPPPS - Please stop telling me to stop by Nick Fuentes’ home at 1826 S. Home, Berwyn. It makes him feel unsafe when people pop over. Imagine being a proud internet troll and being this scared.

Yep. They’re all like that.