Declare victory from the scenes of treason. The dirty dog, who leaves the war dogs behind. Along with the women and children, along with the guns, along with the choppers, along with the hummers. This demoralization is complete, we are demoralized no longer. We are lit.
The incompetent move aside, these 13 should be alive. Roll your eyes, bastard. Laugh it off, slime. You are not courageous, you are not a hero, but you got serious nerve. Seriously, you got some sick nerve.
Shuffle on, groper. Slur some more. Drool on your mask, comb the oily strands of hair back. Ten percent of the buck stops with the big guy. His standard rate.
