Experts the world over are so aghast at the twisted horror of the election of senescent trust fund twit Fuckface Von Clownstick that they can barely get their righteous hate and rage down on paper, surprisingly being left to sputter choice phrases about the sickness that puts shoes on every day and calls itself Trump.

Read: Johns Hopkins’ Top Psychotherapist Releases Terrifying Diagnosis Of President Trump

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Hero Goddess of the Republic, Sally Q. Yates of what’s left of the Justice Department, took a stand against the twisted, neonazi ban on browns today, exhibiting the immense fucking gonads of a fucking AMERICA!n who just won’t take fascism in the mouth like the rest of you pieces of shit that voted for the metrosexual trust-fund twit, President Fuckface Von Clownstick.

Yates, who unlike the rest of the sad sacks who work in Justice in the last days of the Obama Administration, carries her balls in a wheel-barrel, said, “I am responsible for ensuring that the positions we take in court remain consistent with this institution’s solemn obligation to always seek justice and stand for what is right,” Ms. Yates wrote in a letter to Justice Department lawyers. “At present, I am not convinced that the defense of the executive order is consistent with these responsibilities nor am I convinced that the executive order is lawful.”

CRUSH! Von Clownstick’s FUCKING FACE!, Hero Goddess Yates! CRUSH IT! Make that piece of shit understands there’s one steely fucking crusader for justice left in the Justice Department that won’t suck his cock because his daddy wrote him a check.

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Insane neonazi psychopath Steve Bannon’s declaration of war is a moment which should steel all writers, foreign and domestic, simple and majestic, and editors of any media instrument who give a flying fuck about anything, anything at all, to strike back with truth and fury and with extreme fucking prejudice to drown this twisted freak in shit.

Here’s the plan to deal with neonazi Sarah Palin biographer drunk Steve Bannon. Locate the largest drums of rancid clams you can find – the skunkier the better. Duct tape your nose closed and woof them down with all the purpose you can muster, inspired with the knowledge that this piece of dog shit must be discredited and ejected from the civil society he claims to defend.

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Sorry, I can’t draw.

You know you want to see this movie!

On the Internet.

Everyone in the world wants to kill this fucking guy – for all the right reasons. KIMFUCK MUST DIE!

Nojo, want to make a movie? If we can get even a few thousand bucks, we can recruit a film crew and crowdsource the script.

Here’s the frame: Kim Park Kim  escapes from North Korea and invents a time travel machine so he can have 100 chances to kill Kim Jong-un but everyone in the world is so eager to kill him, too, he is forced to hold a contest and give away the other 99 chances.

The contest is simple. Kim Park Kim  will chose the first 99 most imaginative ways to kill Kim Jong-un.

This sets up story to plot point two. Everyone is showing up at Kim Park Kim’s front door with money, drugs, immense luscious breasts to bribe him into selecting their grisly plan to kill Kim Jong-un.

Hucksters playing the obvious angle try selling time travel devices to North Korea to foil our heroes by murdering Kim Park before he escapes North Korea.

This will get us to plot point two. Even if we’re stuck for ideas, we can retread parts of the Palin opera.

What do you say, Nojo?

Savage, relentless artistry demonstrated by a horn line of kids mostly under the age of 16 and mostly female.

I make no excuses for the drum line but fuckin’ A these little kids ripped your heart out, ate it, burped and then ran back to do their chores.

Holy Fuck!

If you’re not ripping your clothes off during Malaguena, you have no pulse.

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