A brief post to visualize the loathing I have for elected representatives of the people. At present I am rotting fruit, preparing for their summer tours. Weak, ineffectual, greedy, and above all, cowardly. They may visit my door, one by one. I will be pleasant enough at first, boil water, brew coffee, and listen to the other side of the story. Then I shall make him or her cry and pound the table and profoundly feel the loss of the thousands connected to the murdered children in Florida. Then I will make citizen’s arrest and hold each in my skunk stink basement until saner authorities arrive.
That no deranged legislator has resigned is partial proof of their culpability.
Domestic terrorists. Each and every toothy smile flashed like a shiny stream of semi-automatic fire mowing down the young and beautiful in their prime of life.