Treasure Island

Tim caffery

(02/09/1978 / San Fernando Valley, Los Angeles, CA)

Col. James Steele

You've got your Hitler, I've got my Steele

Cold, grey, thick, and very real

The kinda guy that will pull the trigger

Shoot 360• to kill every sandjigger

His reports go unread

To protect the living from the dead

The Confederate Legacy alive & well

Still freely reigning upon a racial hell

True American hero, of the NDAA

He will dutifully lead the troops that day

And they will, most certainly, & unquestionably obey


Submitted: Monday, January 27, 2014
Edited: Monday, January 27, 2014

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His life is our doom. He is a type of suicide attacker that we have no defenses against. Nor can we stop him. No POTUS denies him his hunting grounds. He has ruled, from his station, since the assassination program finished with Lennon. He is a Roman INDIGE, demigod. As a man he can kill any human, for they are mere tools, & he is a god among the dead. He is 'The National Interest' and anyone who resists Him, faces Him, from behind his public mask, and dies like all the rest of his 100,000s of 'certified kills'. He is the last great 'Made in The USA'.

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