Such wretched evil lurks in icy veins of this sulfury pair who have risen from the gaping maw of putrid stench. Their bloodshot eyes trained on the White House with delusions of global power. They have expectations and dreams of coalescing with like minded elite scum. Swilling gin in a dark room. Cigar smoke, prostitutes, and and Islamic turbans. She cackles like a crow as she tilts and genuflects towards her beloved global bankers. An obese man gropes an underage blond. Smoke! Laughter! Darkness! and the musty smell of sweat, cigar smoke, and Aramis cologne.
Scared yet?
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