I study the blade waiting for this day.
https://youtube.com/watch?v=yeT7jTw2D3o
I listen to this song meditating, swinging my sick katana, waiting… Waiting for the day I buck break Tim Walz.
It will be a moonlit night, my chakras open like a lotus flower on a still black pond. The president will call me. “Charles… it’s time. You have to destroy that o-ring. I want this nigger buck broke. A thousand buck breaking moments in one sodomy session.”
“Heh. No problem, Trump. You want the best. I understand. 私は運命を全うし、奴のケツに巨大な津波を叩き込み、同時にニガーホイッパー5000で奴を鞭打ってやる”
Like a snake, I sneak into his house with an elite unit of ICE soldiers. Distracting his son with legos and his wife with photos of big black dong, we charge into his room.
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“Walz… I have came.”
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“Nooooo!!”
Needless to say, we save America. Pants go down. Grunting happens. This nigga is ruined.
You say America is dead? America just began, nigga. The future is bright. Only cowards sulk at the horrors of democrats. A real warrior and true man hip thirsts into freedom that rings. A skeet for every patriot, a jizz for every moment of valor.