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 Who exactly is this guy? He looks like a Bond villain. Clearly he is in cahoots with the Bondi villain. Ba dump bump. I've seen him on occasion but have no idea what he does. He was in the news recently for using the R word to describe those who are spending time looking into the Epstein files. Here's a little bit of what he said. 


Well, ya know fatso, someone in your klan was responsible for redacting names. So let's say six out of 500 names mentioned were innocent. Frankly, I find that hard to believe that anyone associated with the pedo was innocent but perhaps it was a plumber who was working on the clogged sinks. Why he'd be in the files, who knows, but there he is. They were in the files. We see them. Why don't you talk about the men who raped children? Why so silent about them? 

But, let's take a closer look at you, blubber butt. Anyone tell you that you resemble a weeble? 

What's this!? Your parents are immigrants!? 

What's this!? You have no college degree!?

What's this!? You're a virgin!? I can't imagine anyone getting near you, even a paid consort. No one wants to lie underneath a weeble when he wobbles. 

Me thinks you are an angry fat boy because you have been bullied because you're obese and you live in America where children are cruel and I bet they tease you a lot because you're Asian and well, that's the people you are working for, racist, cruel bullies. Do you ever wonder what they say behind your voluminous backside? Oh, I can see Bondi, Pam Bondi, crinkling her nose and patting her hair, shaking in disgust. I wonder if she has a burn book for you?

Anyway, I know I'm not being very nice because asshole, I don't like people using that word. I've had the greatest experience in my youth working with people who don't think as fast as others, but, motherfucker, they are beautiful people. Unlike you. I thought Bondi was the worst, but I was wrong. You fit right in, which must be awfully hard to do considering you need your own room. That's probably why we don't see you often around Trump. You're standing in another room. 

Have a good day. It's Valentine's Day. I'm sure you told the store clerk those twenty boxes of chocolates were for your girlfriends. Lol. That gives me some comfort, knowing how lonely you must be, how miserable you are. You can always come to the light, Steven. Turn around cause you're blocking the sun. There ya go. Wobble on down. 


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