DESERVEDLY!

Per "reliable" sources, the syphilitic old bastard died of massive amounts of horse tranqs, cocaine, quaaludes, and viagra, and rough play with ropes. It is as yet entirely unknown whether that was with boys, girls, or large slavic women named Ivana.
Cheap bourbon also played a role. Lots of it.

As it often does. Republicans.

Anyhow, the coroner's office has put a stake through his heart to make sure he doesn't rise again, and plans are to put a massive slab of concrete over the grave just in case.


Our beloved leader is heartbroken. Heartbroken! One less slavish cretin to genuflect. Oh, the sadness. Heartbroken! Stevie, Cashew, and Little Petey are comforting him with hamberders as we speak! And biggie fries! Diet coke! Oh!


The other slime creature is being kept "alive" with embalming fluid and electrical jolts.
They've plasticized his face to make him look younger.

Don't breathe. They can smell that.

To quote our beloved and sanctified dear leader, bless his shrivelled heart: "Good, I’m glad he’s dead. He can no longer hurt innocent people!"


All over the red states people are in mourning, weeping, wailing, and whipping themselves with chains and thorny branches. There are public outpourings of grief.
Especially in the great state of South Carolina.
Which is an outpost of hell.


Have some more cheap bourbon, fellas.
Pour some out for your homie.



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