>>24631673
Sometimes I spend hours imagining Frenchmen freezing to death in Russia, just because of stuff like this. I imagine their vile left-wing blood turning to shit in their veins, I imagine them huddled together for warmth, sobbing quietly as their disgusting proto-communist souls are dragged out of their bodies one by one down to the eternity of rape and torture that awaits all the Godless in Hell.
I imagine the good little revolutionary clutching with his frozen blackening fingers the locket of his mother who is currently sucking some Jew's cock back in Paris, as the life is slowly squeezed down the lines of his veins, numbing, numbing ever further, like being trapped in a box of asensual terror, like the Iron Shroud, until all that is left is the delirious consciousness, aware that the final sleep contains only choking, gagging death, and then an eternity of screaming flame. An eternal sodomy of knives.
I can think of nothing more just for the rebel. Nothing more just. And then, imagine being the one to survive all of this, fingerless, toeless, to watch the Empire fall, and then one day the Ultras bust in his door and cut his tongue out for waving a handerchief during a riot 40 years ago. God, to have been with the Ultras, to carve a few mouths in the revolutionaries who survived long enough to see their dream die. Gutted like a trout on a rack. God lived in those white knives. And then I feel a bit bad for reveling in the death of so many.
And then I read shit like this!
