Inbred peckerwoods with nothing to do and not enough basketball to watch on the black & white on the front porch which is fully appointed with a dog couch, beer cooler, and posters of Ned Beatty.
Inbred peckerwoods have been around for generations without torching Jewish facilities...I might look elsewhere for the main suspects.
A message I found in google cache:
Greetings, Friends
Instead of all the usual crap you people write about, all your f***ing
little problems and f***ing b*tching and whining, I come to you with
the urgent message that the time has come to kill President Bush.
This f***ing a**hole, and his c**t Condy Rice, have been sucking up to
the kikes and hebes far too long. Sharon must be giving Bush one hell
of a b*** job to screw up his addled little Texas mind. With the
[vulgar phrase referring to Conde] looking on, that's for sure.
My friends and I have given a great deal of thought to how we can kill
the president. The election is coming along soon, and this year there
won't be the five f***ing asshole traitors on the supreme court to fix
the election. So Bush will have to be out there on the campaign trail,
pressing the flesh, and appearing in public far more than before.
There will be ample opportunities for our men, with their rifles, on
the distant rooftops, to that that a**hole in their sights and blow
his f***ing little head off. The Secret Service cannot possibly
protect every f***ing line of sight in every town. We will be there,
and we will kill the f***ing president.
Why are we announcing this on this place on the internet. Simple. When
people are very nervous they perform badly. Never mind some vague
threats from some dimwitted A-rabs. We are loyal Americans. We are
armed. And we will kill this f***ing President. If we could, we'd cut
off his puny little [private part] and stick it in the still-warm corpse [deleted]
of that [vulgar reference to Conde] lady of his.
Read this message well, allyou f***ing dimbulbs who waste away your
precious time writing all your f***ing stupid little messages about
stupid little nothings. Pay attention to the big stuff. When we
succeed, within four months for sure, you will remember that you read
it here first. Tell the g**d**n world. Tell the f***ing a**holes at
the FBI. We don't give a shit. They will never come close to finding
us. Never, never never.
Your friend,
Richard Ploot
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