Rush and Pat.
Rush Limbaugh, you bloated, ignorant, perfect example of everything terrible about this country; when? When will you give humanity what it needs by shuffling off this mortal coil? We’re waiting for that massive coronary, or that stroke, or that overdose. I hope you die the worst possible death available, a slow asphyxiation from those pills you pop, a painful, brutal heart attack from the fat in your arteries. Something that will make me chuckle and throw a party. Something that will lift me up whenever I’m down. You owe it to us, you lying, fear mongering, piece of shit. You have been caught lying innumerable times, yet you are still on the air, a testament to your listeners ignorance and optimism that what you spew from your lungs is true. When, Rush? When? Please make it soon so that we may say horrible things about you the instant your last breath leaves your obese face.
Pat Robertson, whenever I hear your newest verbal atrocity directed at the human race, it makes me wish that there was a god. Because if a good and true god existed, he would have struck you down long ago, you hateful, worthless waste of carbon. A good and true god would not allow a scum bag like you to say the things you say about the beings he created. I wish hell existed so that you could be condemned for all eternity to suck satan’s cock at his will (though, I dare say you may actually enjoy this). But alas, god does not exist. Nor does hell. I do not believe in an afterlife, but sometimes I wish there was one. One different from what you preached all your life. One where Allah or Vishnu or Xenu will destroy you every day, every minute, every second, for all eternity. You do not speak for that god that you worship that doesn’t actually exists, you fucking maggot. Forgive me, Pat, you’re not a maggot. Maggots serve a purpose here on earth.
If there were any justice in this world, your punishments of pain and torment would be very real, and witnessed by all you two have condemned. Someday we will be free of these “humans.” Unfortunately, they will most likely be replaced by uglier incarnations of the bile these fuckers are unless we as a people rise up and destroy the need for their existence. Before I die, I hope to see poor excuses for humanity such as these, hanging by their ankles like Mussolini. It is my dream. It is what I will work towards.
