He posts on RonPaulForums.
You know why?
Never went there.. You know why?
BECAUSE POSTING ON RON PAUL'S FORUM IS LIKE A FATE WORSE THAN DETH. ITS LIKE STABBING YOURSELF IN THE DICK WITH A BAR-B-QUE FORK, POURING ALCOHOL OVER THE WOUNDS, THEN LIGHTING IT ON FIRE AND SAYING YOU HEALED YOUR INJURY BY CAUTERIZING THE STUMP. NO SANE MOTHAFUCKA DOES THAT. I WOULDN'T POST MY THOUGHTS THERE FOR A MILLION FUCKIN DOLLAS. A MILLION FUCKIN' DOLLAS, DAWG, KNOW WHY? BECAUSE ITS ALL FILLED WITH GRANOLA-EATING GOONYBIRDS WHO THINK EVERY DUMB-SHIT FUCKING THOUGHT THEY EVER HAD WAS GOLD. TEENAGED SUBURBAN SPOON-FED SLIMEBAG COCKSUCKAS WHO CRY BLOODY MURDA ABOUT CORPORATE THIS AND FRAUDULENT THAT, AND THEN GO BACK TO THEIR NICE WARM MANSIONS WITH THEIR PING-PONG TABLES AND THEIR HOT TUBS AND JET-SKIS, AND THINK THEY'RE A POLITICAL ACTIVIST BECAUSE THEY BOUGHT A VENDETTA MASK AND A CHE GUEVARA TEE-SHIRT ON AMAZON WITH THEIR CHRISTMAS GIFT-CARDS.
FUCK THOSE ASSHOLES, THEY LIVE IN A SELF-IMPOSED INSANE ASYLUM. THEY MASTURBATE TO THE COLLAPSE OF THE WORLD LIKE TED BUNDY ON ECSTACY. THEY ARE DEGENERATES, DAWG, THEY ARE THE SPAWN OF THE SPAWN OF THE REASON THIS WORLD IS SO FUCKED UP. IT'S A DIRECT BLOODLINE, AND THEY DRIVE AROUND ON HIGHWAYS BUILT TO DELIVER TANKS TO THE BEACHES THAT SHOULD'VE BEEN INVADED BY PEOPLE WHO HAVE VALID ARGUMENTS WHY THEY SHOULD BE ABLE TO MURDER THOSE MOTHAFUCKAS GRANDPARENTS IN THEIR SLEEP.
THEY WANNA FIX SHIT? THEY CAN'T FIX A FUCKING SANDWICH. THEY WANNA START A REVOLUTION, THEY SHOULD THROW THEIR GRANDPARENTS OUT INTO THE STREETS, BUILD A PILE OF BODIES, AND TORCH THE WHOLE FUCKING TOWN, DAWG. CALL AN EMERGENCY DO-OVER. SEIZE THE POWA. RIP DOWN THE GATES, AND PISS ON THE ASHES. DESTROY EVERYTHING LIKE THEY GOT PAIR OF BALLS, BUT CHECK THEIR PANTS DAWG. NO BALLS. THEY GOT CUNTS IN THEIR PANTS.
BIG, STINKY BITCH CUNTS. HIPPIE CUNTS, WIDE OPEN LIKE CAR-WASH TUNNELS. SPRAYIN FOAM AND SHIT, BUT DON'T DO SHIT BUT DAMAGE YOUR PAINT.
YOU WANNA SEE AN ACTIVIST CRY, TAKE HIS PHONE AWAY. HOW BAD-ASS ARE YOU IF I TAKE YOUR LITTLE PHONE, AND STUFF IT UP YOUR ASS? WHO YOU GONNA CALL THEN, MOTHAFUCKA, ON YOUR ASSPHONE? GHOSTBUSTERS? MYTHBUSTERS? THE FAGGOT POLICE? PUT IT ON SPEAKER, SO YOU CAN HEAR IT WITH YOUR HEAD UP THERE, YOU WORTHLESS PRIM-ROSE DICK-SMOKIN CRYBABY HIPSTER PIECE OF DOGSHIT.
ITS NO WONDER FIFTEEN FAT-ASSED COPS CAN KEEP NINE HUNDRED OF YOU WORTHLESS FUCKS AT BAY, WITH A STICK AND A WALKIE-TALKIE. ITS CAUSE YOU GOT NO FUCKIN' BALLS, AND SPEND YOUR DAYS THEORIZING ABOUT CONCEPTS AND IMAGINING SITUATIONS, PRETENDING YOU'D BE CHARLES FUCKING BRONSON ON A TRAIN TO AUSCHWITZ.
I GOT NO RESPECT FOR THOSE MOTHAFUCKAS, DAWG. NONE. IN MY DAY, IF YOU HAD A PROBLEM WITH A MOTHAFUCKA, YOU'D GO TO HIS PLACE, DRAG HIM OUT, AND POUND HIM WITH POOL CUES 'TIL EVERYTHING WAS SHARDS OF WOOD AND BONE. NOW, THESE MOTHAFUCKAS THINK YOU CAN JUST GO deedeeleedee ON A KEYBOARD AND FIX EVERYTHING THAT SHITS SIDEWAYS. THE WORLD DON'T WORK LIKE THAT.
LOOK AT THAT MUTHAFUCKA QUADAFFI. THATS HOW YOU ROLL A BITCH. WE GOT FOUR-HUNDRED THIRTY-FIVE CONGRESSMEN, ONE HUNDRED SENATORS, NINE SUPREME COURT JUSTICES, AND FIFTY STATE GOVERNORS WHO, MORE OR LESS, SHOULD GET THE SAME TREATMENT.
THIS COUNTRY IS FUCKED, THIS PLANET IS FUCKED, NOBODY GIVES A REAL SHIT, AND THEY ALL WAVE AROUND LITTLE SIGNS THEY FOUND ON FACEBOOK, AND PRINTED OFF ON THEIR WAL-MART PRINTERS. YOU THINK THAT SHIT MATTERS? FUCK NO. ALL THAT DOES IS SELL MORE PAPER AND INK, WHILE THE MOTHAFUCKAS IN POWER EAT CAVIAR AT THEIR MAHOGANY DESKS AND GET PRIVATE DONATIONS OF HUGE MONEY FROM FAT-CAT COCKSUCKAS WHO PUT THEM THERE.
ITS A DISEASE, CALLED BIG COCKS IN YOUR ASS, AND DON'T FORGET WHO PUT THEM THERE, YOU STONEY LIMP-DICKED BALLERINAS. I'M OUT.