Mr. Donald John Trump,
Five people have died because of the violence in the coup attempt that you incited. Their deaths are the result of your idea of what Makes America Great Again. Their deaths are on your soul. Were their deaths worth the results you wanted?
May you never again serve in a public office. May all your businesses fail. When you finally pass away, may it be alone, at night, naked, and in the rain. May your bones be scattered across the landscape, never to be wept over or blessed. May your name be uttered only by those expressing contempt and disgust. May History regard you as a loser who failed his country, his ancestors, his family, his descendants, and himself in every way. May those who worshipped you fail in every endeavor.
Sincerely,
Fnord, the Metasyntactic Variable
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I have no love for Hamas, Hezbollah, Iranian Leadership, Islamic Jihad, other Islamic terrorist groups, OR their supporters and sympathizers.