I call them leftists or commiecrats when I’m being nice.
When I’m in a more angry frame of mind, when I’m lacking a snickers bar or my coffee, well, I won’t repeat the plethora of cussing that I let loose when I see them, muttered to myself usually. I even invent new cuss words for them and their actions. They are just plain evil.
My mother remembered that if the radio was left on for one of Saint Roosevelt's fireside chats, grandpa wasted no time delivering the above after beginning the benediction with an extra "That G** d*** Franklin Roosevelt!" as he sprang to turn off the radio.