It's the Day's Day of Days! Because yes, I'd like to visit the moon, but I don't think I'd like to live there.
I've noted it before and I'll note it again--Muir's not just a fascist, he's a brittle-boned fascist, who mixes his tough guy talk with whining at the very notion that he and his could ever face consequences for their threats and their violence. Redneckistan isn't going to declare 'Long live, Death!', just wage war on a naive notion that it will attack everyone else and never, ever be seriously attacked.
The comments are, of course, yet another opportunity for the peanut gallery to jerk each other off with graphic, bloodthirsty fantasies about what specific bodily damage different types of bullets and firearms will inflict on their hated enemies. Boy oh boy, do they love to go into gory detail about how the people they hate will be destroyed. Only Kurt Schlichter's ugly war porn novels outdo them on this front.
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