just punishment? Lee’s cancer and her brace of clotshots will take care of itself-—shortly. The bazitch deserves some serious pain for that industrial iggerance she spouted when she wanted to know if the Mars Rover could drive over and see the flag the Apollo astronuts planted. That and her commie voting record.
I just got a pet termite. I named him Clint Eatswood.
SpyNavy
Garde la Foi, mes amis! Nous nous sommes les sauveurs de la République! Maintenant et Toujours!
(Keep the Faith, my friends! We are the saviors of the Republic! Now and Forever!)
LonePalm, le Républicain du verre cassé (The Broken Glass Republican)