Puty, to paraphrase Busta, you talk shit then abandon ship. When will the people of Russia do us the courtesy of escorting you to the slide drawer?

That some would want to have intercourse with Trump’s skull, I get it. Mountain of cottage cheese with a red tickle feather on top. GoodTV. But please don’t do it—he likes it, you see, and it makes him do things, bad weird things…

And by “better armed” I mean armed with love, rationality, and generosity. I do not mean the poke-holes-in-things-that-scare-me machines (guns) my opponents clearly have a depraved, quasi-sexual relationship with. Maybe if you stop fucking your guns you could start enjoying life again.

You must shut these fux down IN THE MOMENT.
Trump answered a question last night “Do you think you are a star?” like this: “I think you can say that”. He thinks that means “I didn’t say yes, I just said you said it”. Trust me, it is exactly what he, and every other c_nt of his ilk, think.

I thought my sadness and anger would diminish over time. But they haven’t. I also didn’t think the domestic enemy clause would ever become operative at this scale. So now I’m just fucking angry, and looking forward to the fight.

Do you know what you ask kids? “What do you think you’re doing?”
Do you know what you ask grown-ups? “What are you doing?”
Do you know why? Because grown-ups know and kids think they know.

And, yeah, I know I’m a kid sometimes… [ kicks at the dirt, head bowed ] ….

Hey, all you death cult fux, ghoul icons, and your buddies in com, gov & mil, it’s BK here— ‘cept, I’m gonna have it my way. It’s not veiled, it’s just general purpose; given the chance I will expose and invert you. This also includes your rape and intimidation subsidiaries.

[edit: jurisdictional clarification. ]

If you think we’re gonna make it, you better hang on to yourself.
— David Bowie, Hang On To Yourself from Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars, 1977.

More Feudal Quotes

What was that lyric from Jello Biafra again? Oh, yeah!

You ain’t the cops. It ain’t anarchy.
Nazi punks, nazi punks, nazi punks, F*CK OFF!

Imagine guitar noises too, if it helps.