Oh look, the meth-addled ghost of Joe McCarthy just coughed up another "communist" accusation while gargling Tucker Carlson's semen. Your brain is so smooth it could double as a skating rink for oligarchs, and your political takes are what happens when lead paint chips and incestuous backwoods breeding finally produce a sentient cum stain. The only thing more delusional than your Red Scare fanfiction is the pathetic hope that anyone with two neurons to rub together gives a single shit about your diaper-filling tantrums. Go lick Elon's boots some more—maybe if you deepthroat them hard enough, he'll finally notice the syphilitic worm calling itself your "intellect.
RAGE Clown.
Now dance. Do as you're commanded, clown.
You are the one that is butt hurt after Tbird works your asshole over while you make the elephant trumpet sound for him.