They're locked and loaded and weaponized and banded together their feathered ilk threatening to shoot up something if the country doesn't go back to normal.
Their way or death by golly! What a bunch of idtiots! A delight to da big cheese. A dire theat to the rest of us.
Will the looney toonies win this one? If they do they die and kill us too. Think they think about that? Hahahahaha. They do not think. Period. End of story. They are robotic automatons that react as programmed. This is the way the world ends. This is the way the world ends. This is the way the world ends. With a shootout at HIGH NOON at the OK CORRAL.
