HAPPY CH4IST HAS RISEN DAY
When the law is not applied with equal amounts of justice, the DOJ and FBlie are just a bunch of animals in the Biden Zoo.
Time for safari.
Trial, conviction, death penalty.
Sitting with my family as the first death penalty is carried out.
We're all enjoying the roast beef samitches my dear wife has made.
They're walking James Corney up the flight of stairs to the taped box on the floor behind the trap door.
A holy man is there conversing with the condemned.
The hangman places the hood over his head as I let out a loud burp, and my family laughs.
They tighten the noose around his neck and have him step foward over the trap door.
It isnso quiet on the quad now you can literally hear him whimper.
The door drops.
Freefall.
Snap. crackle. Pop.
And we stand and clap. Huzzah!
Trial and conviction so all legal like.
Can't a man daydream.
No reply needed.
I understand tye pain you're feeling.
Shilling before you or your daddy in convicted.
PAIN
Feel it!
Convicted of treason against the United States for arranging an assassination attemp on the President of the United States, John Brennan, James Clapper, Robert Mueller, Hillary Clinton, Barack Obama Soetoro, and Joe Robinette Biden are escorted towards the six vertical wooden posts. 24 marines stand ready on the firing line. 4 marines per target, and only 2 with live rounds so none know who will fire the fatal rounds. The condemned are tied to the posts, hoods tied over their heads, and an X taped over their hearts. We all wait as the area clears of extra personal. I take a big bite of my double bacon cheese burger and think how tasty it is as my anticipation builds. The Sargent at Arms yells "READY" "AIM" "FIRE" 24 rifles BOOM. 12 rounds hit their mark. 5 bodies slump to the ground still tied to the post. The dead female sack of shit had her knees locked and her body is in a contorted position held up by the post. I think 'Oh, this is some funny shit' and snap a few pictures. I take another bite of my bacon double and think 'What a great day' and do a lil'jig on the grassy knoll of the field.
noice bank to the right, nose up with a slight bit of left rudder.