Monday, July 2, 2018
Normally, my response would be "Challenge accepted!" Although, strictly speaking, she isn't worth the bullet, so I'd still have to recuse myself from her trolling, if only for personal parsimony.
But this raving loon is going to be a huge part of the reason for the results of the midterms. And then her head will explode!
That after-party spectacle is going to be truly glorious to behold, and one I wouldn't want to miss, even for the momentary pleasure of seeing it happen through a telescopic sight.
I wish MSNBC could give her a nightly show of her own until November 2020.
I hope you live in your burgeoning insanity for decades, Mad Maxine. You deserve no worse fate that that, watched by your adoring lunatards like the three-alarm dumpster fire you've always been your entire shabby wasted life. When you die, likely as not, it won't be as a beloved martyr of the Loonatic Leftards, but rather because even your own relatives/caregivers tire of your endless raving, and gently held a pillow over your weakly squirming body. Sweet dreams, communist screwball. At least you should know it'll be red where you're going next. And oh so deliciously hot.