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RONNIE WINSLOW: "All I see are young punks running roughshod in our US cities and inflicting violence on cops, whites or anyone whom they oppose. This is what scares the shit out of me and what needs to be dealt with immediately! This must stop "


(EDITOR'S NOTE: You are blinded by Fox News. Sácate tu nariz de tus nalgas, pendejo! It's what you don't see that should worry you, Ronnie. We have more than 140,000 dead Americans. The number will be close to 200,000 by election day. How many people are rioting in the Valley? Zero. How many are dying? Hundreds. I would be much more frightened by the pandemic waiting to strike my parents or my children or little ol' innocent me at any moment than a non-existent protestor bloodying my head with a rock. You are grasping at straws as you try to distract us from the real culprit--Donald Trump. You refuse to accept that Satan's bastard son has egregiously failed us. And why? Because he has no soul. He is a human penis with a hard-on for humanity who is fucking the shit out of us!!! Never have we know such enmity since the Civil War. Never have we known such death from disease since the Spanish Flu. Never have we known such economic distress since the Great Depression. Never have we known such civil unrest since the late 1960s. But what should we expect from a man who refuses to wear a mask, who refuses to social distance and who promotes large gatherings to inflate his pathetic and fragile ego in his reckless response to COVID!!! But what should we expect from a man who boasts he can grab a woman by her private parts without retribution and who brags he can shoot a person on Fifth Avenue and nobody ain't gonna do nothin'!!! His own niece Mary says he's insane and should resign before he inflicts more harm on our nation. He is pure evil. He is dangerously incompetent. He wanted to be the greatest, but God has punished him for his hubris by making him the worst president in the history of the United States. To defend Trump is the same as waving the Confederate flag and defending traitors and slavery. We, who are shouting that the King is a bare-ass fool, aren't haters. We love our country too much and we're not going to give him the satisfaction of wasting our emotion on a cagapalo whose shit stinks so bad that he could fumigate the White House with one fart. But we have drawn our line in the sand and we is ready to rumble, muthaphuckas!!!)

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