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Everyday when the alarm buzzes in my ear prying me from the warmth and comfort of my bed, my eyes crack open, my limbs stretch as the nearly inaudible gasps of "death to america" escapes my lips.
Folks, these very large, handsome third world Maoists keep telling me, Mr. Trump, sir, I love your work, Death to America.
jesus christ I really hate this country with every fiber of my being
