Would that the two hundred and fifty million people of the United States of America could be rid of the ruthless dictator whom you serve, and who was never elected by these people, my people, your people; we never elected this strange little man, and I pray to God to have mercy on us that we get rid of him in the next presidential election. Â Do not attempt to start a flame war with me, you pod person, you tool of narrowness; I am a poet, and a great one at that, by God: I care nothing for your petty politics. Â But know I hold your leader in the uttermost contempt.
May God damn him and may God open your eyes.
I will say no more on this. Â I do not need to; for there are far more people of discernment here than mere Republicans.
Go back to the shadow.
You shall not pass.
...And before you call me stupid, as you bootlicks of the rich are wont to do, I dare you read my poems and see just who I am:
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