How many Americans are willing to compromise our country into a joke, weak, genital-obsessed, vacant, hollow, daughter-showering, hair sniffing, coke snorting, hooker-diddlin’, elitism piece of shite doomed for a flush?

More than I care to acknowledge.

So you don’t like Trump…get over it.

We are going to be attacked.

We are going to trade American lives for immigrants that will kill us.

It not only makes me sick, it is making our country sick. You think Hell won’t come?

Ignorant.

You will cry of unjustice when your precious self is punched in the face requiring your loud mouth to be wired shut, giving everyone a break.

It’s time to wake up. This is not American Idol. It’s not a video game. No football. No tampons in men’s restroom? You’re lucky ’cause Butch might beat your ass.

How’s tomorrow looking for you? Butch is mad you ratted. Oh noooo call the popo!

Maybe Cop Porn will show up, but he’s looking for a hairy-legged, golden maggot- souled arse.

You’ll PAY YOUR FAIR SHARE!

Hunter won’t! He’ll be squatting in your house snorting things and diddlin’ others while you’re recovering!

He’s stupid…so you can watch the Diddly P video made on your surveillance camera for a play by play.

I hope you don’t before frolicking yourself upon the surfaces he didn’t clean, obviously, but BONUS!

He left you an awesome bag of coke…or some other chemical concoction the WH can’t trace!

God Bless America!

God Bless the World!

God Bless the Evil!

All His will, not yours!

Change your underwear, you coward…