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CANDY WHITE: "You are quite the ugly person, Tommy." 

(EDITOR'S NOTE: I'm really quite handsome, but you know that, Candy, but I'm not evil like the Neo-Nazi we have for a president. To him the American people are a bunch of Jews and he couldn't give a shit if they died or not. He may not achieve Hitler's six million number, but 210,000 for starters is a respectable figure. He defied all the rules regarding COVID protocols and mocked those who wore masks and tried to do their own part to stop the pandemic. Gross stupidity assures that one day karma will come collecting. Trump is infected because he refused to take the proper precautions. As a result of his bad example, millions of Americans are infected and thousands are dead. Get well, and if you don't, may you spend eternity in hell you piece of human excrement who has turned our country into a stinking mess because you won't confess: "I am a madman!!!" We don't feel sorry for you. Shitheads don't deserve sympathy. The sinner is paying for his sins and we couldn't be happier. Maybe Trump's airheads will start realizing that the pandemic is serious and will take the prescribed measures to protect themselves and all of us, so we can return to normalcy and our children and grandchildren can live the joyous times of their youth. And a special aside to the cult zombies: Please don't promote this idiot as a martyr. Jesus Christ was crucified for our sins. Donald Trump is being crucified for his own sins.)   

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