Dear Dimocrats

Fuck you.

Fuck you, fuck the whores that call themselves your mothers, and fuck the fathers you never knew because they didn't pay the first time. Rangel, you fat sack of shit, I hope you choke on a chicken bone and die. Kerry, I hope you fall off your sailboard and drown.

For every smear, for every lie they spread, for every insult that comes out of their mouths whenever they're open, I hope the Dimocrats get a collective case of food poisoning and spend the last few hours of their miserable, parasitic existence hunched over their toilets in pain and misery right before they fucking croak. We don't need a new election, we need a national de-worming.

Just die, Dimocrats. Die so that you stop polluting the world with your filth, you cesspool dwelling, lying, corrupt, worthless shitweasels.