A certain death wish for Democrats. We will drag them snivelling and crying. Urinating and defecating themselves to the fields where they will be executed by firing squad.
I wish I could think that our side will fight back. I hope so. If it ever comes to it, ours will be those “cold, dead fingers” from which they pry our guns. And until that moment, every conservative woman will be scolding, clutching at us, saying, “Be nice!” “You shouldn’t stoop to his level.” “Think of the children.” “You are making me uncomfortable.” “I don’t want to be around you when you are like this.”
You know how when you get in a fist fight how your own friend will grab you from behind and try to pull you off? The best way is to warn him beforehand, warn everyone not to ever do that. But if he does, you must turn on him with a violent ferocity that stops his interference immediately. Otherwise your opponent is free to wail on you.
We can make an honorable peace with honorable enemies, but the traitors to our own side must be shot!