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FASTER PUSSYCLOTS! KILL! KILL!

Okay, so I took a few liberties with that Russ Meyer classic. I am infinitely more ashamed of having failed to deliver a proper eulogy upon his passing last week. But healing takes time, and I want to do the old lech right, so you'll have to wait for that particular eulogy, and fond remembrances of Beneath the Valley of the Ultra-Vixens. It is stacked up behind my replies to a most delicious interview, which I will sweat over tonight in true Sydney Carton manner.

Actually, and to the point, the post title refers to the left's insatiable desire to murder George W. Bush. I would elaborate on the many instances, however we've all read about them, and the estimable Victor Davis Hanson has delivered installment one of a four-parter on this caustic phenomenon. Please read.

The Kill W phenomenon is all the more striking because its most virulent proponents are self-styled Anti War Peaceniks. I can imagine not a few of them participating in the beheading of civilians, too, truth be known. These are truly disturbed creatures, and need a fucking serious stomping.

The Rabids like to counter with the Kill Bill hatred of Clinton, and I must confess I am no fan. However, at least as I see it, Clinton haters disliked the man for the disreputable personality traits he brought to the Presidency, and the manner in which he befouled and begrimed it. We didn't want Bill dead. We merely wanted him out. Given that success I, for one, would have had no problem going out beer-drinking and women-chasing with the damned cur. Let's face it: he does bring some rather unsavory talents to the table, talents of which I am, shall we say, tolerant. Kill? No way.

No comment on Hillary.

I would say there is a chasm between righteous indignation and homicidal fury, but the Trustafarian Taliban of the Left have closed that chasm to a hairline fracture.

I DO believe the next smug little whiner that brings it up should have a bounty placed on their head. I gots $100 right here to start the kitty. Given proximity and wherewithal I'll even bag 'em. These elitist, sheltered little shits have no concept of what they even suggest. They're just echo chambers who don't understand the repercussions of what they bleat.

I say show them.

By the by: that title word comes from my cousin, who was in the Navy and made a port of call in Dominica. The local talent kept asking him if he wanted any pussyclot. At least that is how he heard it. So he said he sat back, thought about it for a while, and said.... No.