Bill the Butcher

We need Bill the Butcher to speak to the Cucks regarding their virtue-signaling of displeasure with Trump’s Charlottesville response:

“I know your works. You are neither cold nor hot. So because you are lukewarm, I will spew you out of my mouth. You can build your filthy world without me. I took the father. Now I’ll take the son. You tell young Vallon I’m gonna paint Paradise Square with his blood. Two coats. I’ll festoon my bedchamber with his guts. As for you, Mr. Tammany-f*cking-Hall, you come down to the Points again, and you’ll be dispatched by my own hand. Get back to your celebration and let me eat in peace.”

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