Leftards shot up Republican congressmen. They targeted Supreme Court justices. That wasn't enough, so they tried to assassinate Trump. At least twice. That we know of.
Now they've killed someone who did nothing but clean the floor with them, rhetorically. As civil a civilian as there could ever be. So now, the Left is killing ordinary citizens. Or in this case, extraordinary ones.
Evidently, they got tired of losing the arguments, and decided the time for talking is done.
They have sown the wind, and they shall now reap the whirlwind.
Be still, my beating heart. This ends the debate on having a debate. Shooting people for their politics is now, beyond any argument, on the table. The range is now hot in both directions. Best wishes with that plan, Leftards. When one of yours goes down from here on out (and believe me, a ten-fold or hundred-fold recompense for this assassination is well within reasonable speculation), the only response forthcoming will be "Good riddance. Moar, please." You will not hear "Enough!" unless it was your last guy. And that last guy will be the only one that hears it, as his lifeblood drains out. Sympathy for you will only be found in the dictionary, somewhere between "shit" and "syphilis". You are now the dog who caught a car, and is about to find out how that works out for the dog in real life. As Matt Bracken once warned, the people who don't know what "minute of angle" is shouldn't pick a fight with the side that does. That ship has now sailed.
Open season, and screw the bag limits.
This isn't the beginning of the end. But it's the end of the beginning. May God have mercy on the Left's souls. Because no one I can think of on this planet will.
Not counting the news outlets or websites along the full range of accuracy and veracity, I follow multiple actual individuals' handwritten blogs. (Bot news aggregators don't thrill me.) Looking them over, many are current serving or former military and a couple are some variation of high-speed low-drag elite forces ninjas. Or just funny as all. Because life without humor is just despair. So in other words, the same folks I trusted in the military not to wet the bed, sh*t themselves, or otherwise run around like headless Nancys, are the same folks I trust on the interwebz, for demonstrating pretty much the same trustworthiness and circumspectly responsible behavior. Color me shocked.
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