And now a reading of a letter from the Race War of 2015, translated for literacy.
My Dearest FagDad,
I grow wary of the upcoming conflict with the darkies and know that if not for the grace of McDonalds we would all be lost and scattered in the winds of defeat. But I take heart as I stand with my brothers in bones of the mighty Skulls battalion. Our Fledgling Federation continues to grow as we assemble the mighty nations of McDonalds into alliance, our pact sealed by blood and grease. I look to my general the assistant manager for inspiration, for it was by his words that our revolution was born. I know that the enemy number in the thousands and are no doubt being supplied by the likes of Colonel Sanders and his supply of fried poultry. Things are tense on the front line as we stand vigilant for traitors in white face, like Jace Connors, who seek to disrupt our plans of a unified Nation of McDonalds, white people, and skeletons. A place where a skeleton can walk down the street without fear of being blended, a place where a white man is entitled to as much welfare as a black man, a place where Obeme isn't president. Is such a place truly beyond our grasp? Is such a place not worth the bones of Patriots? The coming Race War 2015 shall truly be a crucible that shall no doubt only forge a better world for all that remain and I look forward to sharing such a world with you father. I smile looking back on the simpler times where a stolen credit card and 30 skeletons would make for an epic prank, those days seem so far in the past and now my aim is to prank an entire race of people out of existence. While I miss those days I must continue to look towards the future.
Affectionately yours, Commander of Pranks Tyce Andrews
If someone wants to photoshop Tyce, Ronald McDonald, and a bunch of skeletons into an old Civil War picture that would be great.