Today, my fiery rhetoric flushed out yet another dangerous, wouldbe terrorist, namely me.
Yes, by threatening three federal judges' lives recently, I've helped the FBI thwart a plot (them arresting me in my own home was just a ruse, for show, just to give the faggot liberal fatheads a cheap thrill. Although no one can see me in this 8x8 cell and I'm starting to miss my shoelaces and belt).
My wife and kid were so proud of me as I was getting arrested for the second time this month, they were openly weeping, weeping, for crissake! As the police led me out the front door, I heard her tell our kid to pack a bag, obviously so they wouldn't be bugged by the press. Yeah, I'm sure Steve will be by any moment to unlock my cell and tell me who to go after next. Hey, maybe it'll be that bitch Hannity, that turncoat lesbian fuck. Or maybe I'll go after Jurassicpork again. I'm sure he'll be getting his fag buddies in Massachusetts in a lather over this.
With me "out of the picture", does that make me less dangerous or more, porky?
Hey guys, I'm all for "staying in character" and all but can I at least have a toilet that actually has a seat? Hello?