The only time I want to read about right-wingers, certain former presidents, prime ministers, racists, homophones, and transphobes is when they die; hopefully in an agonising and undignified way.

I couldn't give a beer battered f*ck with chips and curry sauce what happens to them while they're hogging oxygen. Nothing satisfying enough ever comes of it, and it never will; even on a Tuesday.

Thank the mighty Zarquon for word filters.

Anyway, it's 3am and Morpheus is calling. Nos da (good night)