Who will lead Republicans deeper into the swamp? We know there's worse. There's always worse. Until we're all there with them, I suppose. And dead. Everybody in a shithole. Or buried in a grave. We won't ask, what then?, then. We'll know. It will be over.
Over and done. They won't be satisfied until everything is destroyed.
Don't ask why. There is no why. Only a drive to reduce everything to shit. And the lowest of human traits, survival. Where there's nowhere further to fall. Maybe because everyone's dead. Then they'll be happy, if that's what you call it. It's too sick to understand.
They need a leader, a monarch of the fen. A lord of the bog. Candidates are waiting in line.
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