HARRY REID DIED - TOO BAD HE DIDN'T DIE FORTY YEARS AGO
I cannot say for anyone else, but I'm glad that crooked, rotten, beady-eyed son of a bitch Harry Reid died - hopefully it was in agony, with him hallucinating that he was going to the flaming bowels of HELL! I'm proud to be a callous old bastard with the feelings of a cobra and the hide of a rhinoceros. Yeah - I'll die too one day - who cares? The contract with death is signed at the moment of conception. Then I'll rot in a box forever unless they cremate my dead ass so I don't stink up the place, and will have no memory of ever having existed. It's good to see people utilizing American Resister - please feel free to offer suggestions if you have any, regarding articles, advertising events, the possibility of creating blogs allied to the center - right cause, et cetera. Readers will notice that the site is well policed for trolls and troublemakers; those who violate the comment policy are dealt with quickly. Carry on...