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Sarah Fucking Palin: Terrorist.

I really like living here. Mamerica is Yomerica.


But here's the issue... Tea Party Freaks.


Gun wielding morons are going to fuck up Mamerica. They already hate the government because... well because it's ruining the country.


Along with blacks. And hispanics. Because you know... they deal drugs to your grandmother. Then they fuck her really hard, so hard her teeth pop out.


The rift between normal people and opinionated idiots is growing and with that comes justified stupidity in the form of violence.You have these "authority" figures nudging aggression towards opposing political parties without any consideration for national progress. But a lame duck congress is much easier to shoot and kill, I'll grant you that.


Who justifies it?


Well I'm going to pick on Sarah Palin. There's Glenn Beck and Co., but they're more or less contained by Fox News. Sarah Palin, on the other hand, is fucking everywhere.


Sarah Palin... I don't care how nice your rack is, you're America's Satan. Quit fucking up the country with your botoxed ass showing up on TV. It's less damaging to watch tan freaks get stds while huffing gasoline.


You really want to tell a bunch of rednecks to reload and then get scared of a little itty bitty stalker?! What the FUCK?! Bitch you shoot MOOSE in the FACE. Don't try and act like your target map was a coincidence... you don't even use vibrators. You just jiggle a loaded semi-automatic till your oil drill starts spewing.


Let's shoot Sarah Palin into a bear cave and make Charlie Sheen the new head of the Tea Party.

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