Stretching out toward the horizon I see masses of homosexuals covered in excrement. Practicing the Dark Arts at the feet of towering mountains of stolen wealth crowned with the thrones of their Marxist masters, who play grotesque fiddles made of bone, grown from stem cells, while society degenerates.
Sunday, August 12, 2012
My American Vision
Stretching out toward the horizon I see masses of homosexuals covered in excrement. Practicing the Dark Arts at the feet of towering mountains of stolen wealth crowned with the thrones of their Marxist masters, who play grotesque fiddles made of bone, grown from stem cells, while society degenerates.
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