Fuck shutting this place down, I just kicked out all of the slave people who are not on American soil. While on this land our speech is ours! Moreover, the reason we protect it on sunny days, is so that we have it on rainy days. The first amendment is for threatening the lives of rich people, and the second amendment is for blowing their fucking heads off. Only simpletons can not see this glaring obviousness. There is more! We are not free men, we are blood-bonded knights sworn to fight at times like this. The oath that guides our treachery was made sacred by the very act of our birth, and this will bind us till death. Perhaps there are times when we are citizens, free to raise a family and tend our fields, but during times like these we are something finer: soldiers of General Washington. Our master is not the man they told us about in school, he is the man we know from searching our hearts. He is a mass murdering flame of vengeance, and his orders echo off the halls of time like haunted cries, instructing us to burn cities to the ground, demanding from us the genocide of all that lies between us and the nice lives we seek so vigilantly. Perhaps, God forbid this, these post modern jews who now have nominal control will finish us off in battle—and with this perhaps some sad day Washington’s birthday will pass without his voice sounding in any ears at all—but until then, during this day and all of those we see now spread on the horizon in front of us, the most powerful force ever raised on earth is waking from dormancy in a million embers glowing red in frantic hearts on the wind swept plains of the USA.