...for gang rape.
One person, your enemy, is bad enough when they assfuck you; having one of your kin hold you down while you're getting rammed is the true meaning of 'insult to injury'.
When I vote for a champion to go into the dragon's lair, I don't want to see him flying out on the dragon's back, as it flames me to toast.
Where did this urge to 'get along' come from? Why do they refer to themselves as 'friends'? As a cruel joke, I assure you I don't find it humorous. And I love a good cruel joke. What happened to the days where they met under trees and shot at one another? Caned a miscreant on the floor of the Senate?
I would so totally vote for someone in a political debate who went over to his or her opponent and punched them hard in the face, and put the boots to them until security pulled them off.
If I was in the same building with Cynthia McKinney, I would walk over and kick her in the cunt so hard she would wear it as a novelty necklace. "What is that setting, dear?" "Oh, that's just my clit..."
I'd kick Barney Frank in the cunt, too. Just not enough cunt kicken goin on round here. And I'd kick Dr James Dobson in his cunt, too. Sorry, his syrupy voice just came on the radio to tell me how to raise my kids.
Fuck, I know how to raise kids. Let them watch 'Bats' on cable, and then flap around after them with a big black blanket over your shoulders, making bat screeching sounds.