Guys, PLEASE Don't Plug BO
If there's anyone out there who is considering splattering what few brains the Funky Monkey has all over the concrete, do us all a favor. Please, don't.
You need to understand what will happen if someone does put a bullet in BO's malodorous carcass. You think the Martin Lucifer Koon cult is bad? Wait until you see the Saint Barack cult that arises if anyone plugs his high-yellow ass. His birthday will become a second bogus national holiday, just like Martin Lucifer Koon's. His Curious George-like mug will be on postage stamps, coins, post office walls (framed, not in the wanted posters where it should be), you name it. The whole liberal establishment will descend into a century-long orgy of erotic and homoerotic adulation of this worthless ward heeler from Chicago's South Side.
It's been less than a year, and I am already sick of hearing this jive-ass nigger's name. Don't inflict it on us for the next hundred years as something to be chanted like some kind of bird-brained mantra by lefties and libs with skulls full of mush and booga booga congoids as an excuse to rob and rape and pillage what is left of Western civilization.
Let him become President, during the coming depression and collapse of the American Empire, and let the whole world sit back and laugh themselves silly while this baby-shit brown anthropoid fucks it all up, royally. Look, we're going to have the same thing happen to us no matter what--Mister Potato Head is just as liberal as the Funky Monkey or the Sea Hag ever thought of being.
Niggers say they're equal? They are nothing of the kind, but fine. Let's drop this godawful mess right in this bubble-lipped burrhead's lap, and see how he does with it. Maybe we'll finally learn the hard way to never again elect a nigger to any public office, of any kind, and instead begin stuffing them on boats back to Africa.