Vague Insanty 040

It may very well be that an occasional monkey-apocalypse is needed, perhaps even required, but I think that there is hope at the end of the day. As long as I can watch 5th generation copies of low grade Belgian pornography, as long as my cat Bastardtron can eat tuna straight from the can, there will be a pure and decent America.

And as I march through the streets, proudly proclaiming my love of king, and country, and god, and nude women, I don't mind that I am laughed at and kicked by passing teenage thugs. God no, I am grateful as they beat me and drag me away, and fail to read me my rights as I sing the national anthem and am repeatedly hit hard in the jaw.

I am fiercely and insanely proud. I'm going to issue Bastardtron with grenades, and together we shall make the world safe for pure and righteous democracy.

We will fight for free speech, freedom of expression, freedom of thought, and we will brutally slaughter any motherfucker who dares to oppose us.

I salute you.