Too much pork for just one fork.
It’s a mystery why she’s single https://t.co/9eWGNDVRIu
— thatstarwarsgirl77 (@thatstarwarsgrl) April 21, 2021
I just can’t figure out how it could be that this mouthy termegant is still single, to rephrase Starwarsgirl’s take. As pointless, predictably vapid, and cliched as the irksome cunt’s Standard-Issue, Mark-1 Mod-0 Progtard harangue is, though, there IS one modestly useful aspect here: it provides one and all with a handy catalogue of Lefty jabberwock, all in one handy-dandy place.
“You are either actively part of the solution, or you are part of the problem,” is it? Got me in one, bitch; I am pleased and proud to be thought of by the likes of you as “actively part of the problem.” I intend to do absolutely everything within my power to hinder you and your loathsome ilk—to harry you, cramp your style, piss you off, and do you harm in all and every conceivable way, by any means at hand. My compassion for you is nil; my regard for you, your rights, and your well-being is imperceptible even with an electron microscope; my intentions toward you are nothing but through-and-through ILL; my only wish for you is misfortune, hardship, and a lifetime of suffering, all capped off by a slow and excruciatingly painful death.
Think of the above as a threat if you want; be assured I don’t give a tinker’s most hearty damn what you might think, about anything whatsoever. Myself, I think of it as a most solemn oath.
“Actively part of the problem”? Take my word for it, little darlin’, when I say that you and yours ain’t seen NOTHIN‘ yet. You rectal fissures think you want a fight? Keep on as you are and you’ll get yourselves one. I promise you you won’t enjoy it. It ain’t related, but here’s a little slice of fun from which I lifted my opening line for some reason. Consider it a palate-refresher to cleanse our mouths of the foul taste of strident, bitter Feminazi.