Time to roll the KommieKryptoKapoperps out of town again.

As always they will run off to hide under the skirts of their western masters like they did in 41, no more clearly so than when they were run out of town again in 43, so; you dialecticweildingFiatfascisti,

whose skidmarkedunderwear will shelter the murdering terroristas this time eh CristineLarottenfanny?

The stench of your rotten fruit stall reeks throughout history.