November 11, 2026
Dear Sir:
Did you see the Oscar-winning movie Parasite? Of
course you didn’t. It wasn’t about you or the late, great Hannibal Lecter.
Funny thing though, it kind of was about you. You are and always have been a
parasite; a parasite that morphed into a virus, but a parasite nonetheless.
Most parasites are smart enough not to kill their host, since that would be
suicide. You are not most parasites. Fortunately, the 2026 Midterm Elections
turned out to be the medicine your host – America – needed to take the first
step on the road to eradicating the parasite, you. Remember, parasite needs
host, host happier without parasite.
In the Parasite the movie vein, you sir need to get
the fuck out of our House. We know you’re in there. We can smell you from here.
Plus, you won’t shut the fuck up. You might as well start packing now, because
your days there are numbered. Start figuring out what you want to steal when
you leave. Go right ahead and take a bunch of classified documents and your wet
nurse Natalie with you; it’s a good bet you couldn’t get rid of her if you
tried. This time, your minions will not be able to get you off the hook. We
have a particular set of skills. We will find you and we will take you down.
All the way down. And since we’re in movie mode here; go ahead, make our day.
Thank you for your attention to this matter, sir.
Just kidding, go fuck yourself…and Stephen Miller.
Your enthusiastic detractor,
I. Mangrey
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