A dead f'n Commie = a Good Day

Any Communist who dies of natural causes at 95 years of age is an insult to every scrap of goodness in the world.

Fugg'him, with a chainsaw, sideways.

Every single Commie fuck that dies a painful death with oozing filth seeping from his walking corpse is a reason for a party and a smile on my face.

Any chemist who can develop a toxin to kill Commie trash should earn eternal gratitude on Earth, and special treatment in Heaven.

Fuck a Commie.

Filth. Genetic filth.  May rats feast on their rotting guts for weeks before they die.  Alone.  Unloved.  In pain.

You think my position is harsh?

You'd better understand what a Communist will accept and tolerate for your death.  My solution for commies is downright merciful, compared to how they would see you die.  And they have proven it for more than a hundred years.

If you get squeamish at the death of a commie, you should step aside and let Men handle this problem.

I would cry at a single whimper of a good person who stubs a toenail.

I would snicker in glee at the most horrible, painful, lingering death of a Communist piece of genetic filth.  I won't torture the fuck - but I won't end his suffering, either.  I'll consider Karma at work.

Call me what you will.

Fugg'em.

Kerodin
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