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i AM a military veteran.

The queer mulatto hates my being alive, every lousy, stinking, single day. Rain or shine, day or night.

Here’s why. I fought, and bled, in a struggle to contain and destroy the very political philosophy that the queer mulatto holds close to his heart, i.e., Communism.

I put some of his fellow believers in their graves, and he hates my very flesh, for that reason, alone.

He knows that he cannot attend to shortening my life, with his own hands, because he hasn’t got the guts, but he IS using every bureaucrat, and every extension of any regulation and Standard Operating Procedure, in their ambiguous writings, to do the job, and keep his hands clean of it.