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Every year on July 4th I like to take a minute to reflect on what the people of the time were thinking when they decided to go full ham on a bunch of tea drinking pedophiles and celebrate their courage for taking, not asking for, taking their fucking independence. Would the current population of sissies and crybabies be able to do the same? Unlikely.

Showing up to a war with blue hair and pronouns isn't going to cut it zim/zur. Grow a set of fucking balls or untuck the ones you have hiding behind your skirt and be prepared to spill a little but. Don't ask someone to fight your battle for you and then expect to be respected. It reminds me of a kitten I had when I was just a little boy living his best life in the poverty stricken midwest. He was undersized, eyes matted shut from god knows what, and meowed so quietly due to being malnourished that you could barely hear him. I found the car shoved in a plastic bag and thrown in the creek near my house and all the other kittens were dead but this bad ass little fucker was fighting against all odds to survive. It's going to come to that point again and you gotta decide if you're just going to lay in that bad and die or fight like hell to survive. I put very little faith in 90% of the population to fight back and instead just fall in line as long as they can tuck their dick or change the color of their hair every 2 weeks. 

Me? I'm that kitten that turned into a fucking killing machine.