
Die, Liberals, Die!
Death does not wait for you. Our blood dimmed tide of history will sweep away such scum as you and wash you down eternity’s sewer where you belong. As if you belong anywhere else.
(INSERT TOPIC OF DAY: You may think you have stopped the man John Bolton today, but tomorrow belongs to me. Me and mine, mein fuhrer. If you have stopped our Bolton device now, you cannot stop our next strapping strap on device sent on to do that manly deed that you cannot do to that disorganization of doom, that MisUnited Nations. We will mess that Mis up. END TOPIC OF DAY. CONTINUE WHERE NO WOMAN HAS GONE BEFORE)
Now this is not the beginning. It is not even the end of the beginning. But it is, perhaps, the beginning of the end.
We shall track you down on Long island, whatever the cost may be, we shall find you on the Amagansett private beaches, we shall find you on the landings in the stairwells of overpriced Manhattan co-ops, we shall crush you on the softball fields of Central Park and in the streets of Soho north of Wall Street, we shall fight you in the East Hills; you shall ever surrender.
Die quietly now, liberal slime, without a bang or a whimper. When you have to die, it costs nothing to be polite.
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