I will be ok, you are still a pussy, no vaginas were harmed in this post...
I may have to die... so?... I live for liberty.. you will die on your knees... Your grandchildren will ask why, mine will not...
Like I said last night, we will end up as a scattered confederacies... here and there... Libtardia will prevail on the east and left coasts...
Us in the middle will, uh, be us in the middle, those not to be fncked with...
Go Have Yourself an Historical Day, and relish the sunshine in Libtardoville...
“I will be ok, you are still a pussy, no vaginas were harmed in this post...
I may have to die... so?... I live for liberty.. you will die on your knees... Your grandchildren will ask why, mine will not...”
Oooook, I’ll be sure to leave some flowers on your grave. By the way I would suggest the you read the Prince by Machiavelli it may at least enlighten you on what you’ll be facing. Otherwise I’ll let you go back to obsessing about vaginas.