[clyde]

Fucl< it.


Not gunna duh it.

I don't trust the count, I don't trust the candidates and I have know idea who anyone is locally.

And why they allow millions of campaign posters and the yuk 'em up candidate thieving swine outside the poll building----says a lot.




2 plebes toiling for the one they believe will lead them to the mountain top approached me with their filthy paraphanlia..

Huge mistake.





I pulled out from under my jaclet an UZI pistol...a semiautomatic weapon.A faveorite of mine.

It fires a 9mm parabellum bullet.My choice of magazines is the 32 round type.Muzzle velocity is 345 meters per second.It weighs 1700 grams and has an overall length of 240 mm.Barrel...app. 115 mm long.



I polish it a lot.

I's a pretty weapon.





I gave the first one a qucik brrrrip!!

Then the other took the rest.

I walked over to them as they lay dead on the sidewalk.





I asked them if they had any last words (ror!!!..I'm such a ham sandwich).

I looked up and saw a crowd staring at this scene in frozen fright.I says to them....I says...'Well!!? What the fucl< are you fools looking at? Get the fucl< out of here before you all get a taste of the same thing they got."

I pointed down at the two failed-to-do-so'ers....just so there'd be no mistake who I meant.



At this point,I clamly walked to my car and drove off;but not before I turned 2 donuts in thier manicured lawn.



That....I'll probably hear about.