Yepper. I wear the label proudly. I mean, here I am, 5 foot 2, 97 pounds, most often with a three year old little girl in tow, and I freely admit that at one point, before the last election, I seriously tried to cripple a larouche-supporting male moron standing in front of a United States Post Office.
Furthermore, if it had been an obama supporter who had said the same thing to me, I would have done likewise.
Sometimes, it’s the only language idiots and quislings understand.
Terror is what I feel every day I wake up and realize that we have a destructive, mentally deranged, anti-American mutant misfit holding the highest office in our land.
Knowing this, the very idea that the terrorist-in-chief and his mutant horde are terrorized by me and mine thrills me no freaking end.
It’s them fly weights that are the most dangerous....
I’m very dangerous too, ya know! Despite taking 50,000 pills a day to stay alive, I’m sorta like a right-wing Che Guevara.
What a bunch of putzes. I mean that from the bottom of my trigyceride laden heart.