I fucking hurt. Several days of synthetic opiate intake complemented with sour mash has made my guts into an anvil-like mass of uncooperation. My last attempt upon the commode left me writhing on the floor like a rep-tahl, and alternating heat pads with ice packs has made limited improvement.
So fuck a lot of things right now.
Fuck the idiots willing to spend orders of magnitude above normal price for guns and ammo. Capitalism notwithstanding, the waterheads paying $3K for a clapped-out Oly are hereby sentenced to a lifetime of wobbly bolt carrier raceways and dead ejector springs. If you're a person who didn't even want a self-loading rifle until Feinstein whipped out her paper-towel-roll tampon to write another DOA AWB and have never been an NRA supporter, you deserve to be the first to get your fucking guns taken away before you even mount that airsoft red-dot backwards on your rifle.
Fuck the fucking fuckers who had the foresight/cash to bulk-buy AR15s of any sort. Not because you're wrong, not at all - but because I didn't. So fuck you, roughly and without respite, by means of a middling-sized roll of old chainlink fence material.
I want calamitously-unlubricated sodomy by surprise and utterly absent consent visited upon every legislator who buys into any AWB. If you have an "A" record from NRA and even so much as twitch in the direction of a "yea" on such a bill, your genitals must be thrust into the open breech of a Garand for a twelve-hour marathon of operating rod stress-tests.
The next person who uses the words "sporting" and "purposes" in conjunction with each other and within my earshot will be compelled to fellate our only male horse to orgasm. Granted, he is a geld, so it make take a while, but this is about the penitence of the matter and not productivity.
Likewise, anyone employing the statements made by any daytime television personality in support of "common sense" gun laws will be forced into a large tarpaulin filled with Frog Lube and the entire naked cast of "The View", suspended marginally over a fire-ant mound and sprinkled liberally with brown sugar.
I'll contribute further as my meds progress in action.
Fuck anybody whom I've overlooked so far, though.