Hey. If the shoe fits. I’m looking at you, Tucker.
All I know is my father killed a whole mess of them with his .30 caliber water-cooled machine gun in the Battle of the Bulge. They killed a whole mess of his buddies, too. I’d hate to think that a stick of walking feces like Donald Trump or Tucker Carlson or any of those fuckers would be coddled into feeling reassured when they so obviously resemble them. So tell me to stop pointing out the truth, and I’ll gladly withdraw.
Of course you could just call them,
But somehow that doesn’t seem severe enough. There is no anodyne for these scum. Too many good people died. They don’t know what they have in their grubby little dumbass hands.
Boneless. Delicately smoked. WILL SHRIVEL.
