Extinction
We The People of the Planet, Sovereign Citizens of the World,
whose habitat is threatened with destruction hereby enact “The
Dangerous Species Act of 2022” and declare that in order for us
to survive, the following species of empire must be rendered extinct:
The Climate Denier Dragon
The Vaccine Apartheid Alligator
The Neo-Con Condor
The Red-White and Blue Shark
The Starred and Stripped Piraña
The U.S. Imperialist Blood-Sucking Squid
The Raytheon Raven; The Boeing Bomber Bird
The Talking Head Hawk
The Wall Street Weasel
The Personhood Predator Snake
The Poisonous Gerrymander
The Bleached-White Filibuster Buzzard
The White-Hooded Voter Suppression Snake
The Cottonmouth Holocaust Denier
The Wild Rug Orange-Faced Ignoramus
The Cult of Personality Do-Do Bird
The low Barr Lizard
The Red-Hatted MAGAt
The Thin Blu Line Lizard
The Blu Lives Matter Parrot
The Stand Your Ground Gutter Snake
The I Feared For My Life Lizard
The January 6th Wild Boer
The Tiki Torch Crow-Magnum Man
The Our Democracy Ostrich
The You Can’t Say Fascism Yet Finch
The Dem-Witted Reformist Wren
The Uncle Tom Sotted Owl
The Yes, We Can Crane
The Change You Can Believe in Bull
The Build Back Better Buffalo Chipmunk
The Working Across Aisles Greenback Ape
The Bipartisan Bull Shit Bird…to name a few…
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