The United States has been in a tough country to live in these days, especially if you value your sexual freedom—or really, freedom of any type. After a long week of dealing with lies and atrocities on a daily basis, I’m really ready to let go and unwind. And what could be more relaxing than unleashing my rage upon a symbol of the bigotry and fascism that is sweeping our country? He thinks of himself as a great man, tremendous even. But now we can see him for what he truly is: a hollow shell with a tiny cock. It’s about time that someone showed him some discipline, to show the powerful how it feels to be helpless. He certainly doesn’t deserve the time I’m taking to reform him, although he does seem to enjoy it, if his little inflated cock is any indication. Frankly, I don’t care whether or not he enjoys it when I slap him, collar him, spit on him, beat up and humiliate his small penis, sit on his face, trample him or piss on him. The point is that I derive satisfaction from these things. I enjoy popping him and watching him deflate, and may his entire ideology go with him