May we all be worthy of the lasting peace secured by its destruction
Whereas Dec. 7, 1941, will live in infamy, the date of Aug. 6, 1945, will echo through eternity as a reminder that anyone who f—s around with the United States of America will eventually find out that Uncle Sam’s stick is much, much bigger than theirs. Hey, Japan, you call that a sneak attack? We’ll show you a sneak attack.
Today marks the 80th anniversary of the fateful blast that leveled Hiroshima and brought an evil empire of bloodthirsty colonizers to its knees. May we all be worthy of the lasting peace secured by its destruction.
Never mind the caterwauling from overeducated fartknockers who hate America almost as much as they love bitching to their girlfriends about climate change and toxic men. As far as I’m concerned, they can shut the hell up while the rest of us—normal Americans who enjoy having freedom and winning wars—celebrate what is perhaps the most remarkable scientific and military achievements in the history of the human race.
With that in mind, I humbly present the following poem. Thank you for your attention to this matter!
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