We DON'T want it dead. We want it to fully enjoy the humiliation. The crushing defeat. The Federal espionage trial, of a foreign agent. We want to feed our faces with Cheezit Party Mix, all during the trial. Goofily guzzle most tasty beer, during the penalty phase. Dance like whacked out disco transplants, during the imposition of sentence. We want to see the bug squirm. We want to see it suffer ... under our boot.
We do NOT, under ANY circumstances, want to see it die. We don't want to see a single antennae, on its' odious head harmed. Or be elevated to sainthood via the martyr main line/highway [but of course we won't complain much at all, bout any harsh sentence imposed (winkity). And we WILL push for a Constitutional amendment, strictly limiting a President's power to commute or pardon the/any sentence handed down, to his predecessor].
So people, today we now see the October Surprise in full view. No waiting. Not for October. It is on proud display, now. Countless little pricks, little stabs, little cuts. Little slices. Attacks. On truth. Destruction thereof. Every second of every day. Destruction of these United States of America. Dissolution of one nation, under G*d. American against American. Dragging us into hell its very self.
They will be found out ... for the traitors they are. While they yet still smile, still play at ... still pretend. That they are merely partisan emissaries ... from Private Idaho, mounted atop their pink sparkle ponies.
THERE WILL BE MORE ATTACKS ON TRUTH.
MORE ATTACKS LAUNCHED ON AMERICAN CITIZENS.
BY KING HUSSEIN.
BY THE FOURTH ESTATE/FIFTH COLUMN/MSM.
There will be more reports of persons, NOT in proximity to the pwezzidunce, and NOT endangering him, at any time. More reports of raaacist militia, squatting in the bush. More reports of whitey this. Whitey that. Whitey whitey whitey. Run for your lives! Whitey's outta control! G*d save us ... G*d save Bambi, from the Klan! Aaaaaaah!
This is it people. THE October Surprise. It's all they have. And nothing more In their naked derangement. Their mouths stuffed to choking, on his hatless mooselimb meat. Their final gasp (as it were).
But it WILL only get worse. How bad? Who can say. As they, now also create a state of open enmity, with our very closest ally, Israel. Tain't wishful thinking, to say "Former President Obama". IT IS REALITY. And it does approach. How long? Months. Mere months. Panic is now setting in, at the regime de coup. Real panic. They know prison terms are in the offing. The solid banging, the unmistakable clank of heavy steel doors, slamming shut, rings in their future.
WE WANT THE F*CKING BEAST ALIVE!
In the atomic, his value is priceless. Beyond measure. Yes, while it/he continues to attack ... from within. I feel confident, this destruction is already being checked. And while I wouldn't even bother with an oober tall leaded cut crystal flute, but go straight for a long straw instead. Should Chucklehead slip and fall in the shower, cracking his cockroach head wide open. Spilling out his/its' yellow guts.
I dearly want liberty to return to our nation. I want my country back! And I'm not going to trade it for anything.
