They desecrate cars they once claimed to love, the way they
burn cities, like frustrated two-year-olds going into a non-stop tantrum,
unable to think or act or even pretend to act like they adults they claim to
be, when they can’t get their own way.
They hate the cars they used to love because they hate the
man who believes differently than they do, an will burn anything that defies
their vision of a perfect world in which they get to dictate to other people on
what to eat, breathe, think, going so far as to support thieves, liars, rapists
and killers, going into a rage like an infant with a diaper rash, screaming as
they burn the cars they used to love because the man they would burn at the
stake is out of reach, these mass murders of the mind, so horribly full of
rage.
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