The Short Tale Of The Fascist Deep Fried Gullible, Gutless, Clucking American Chicken.
He got up every morning and things were always good because he never complained and did as he was expected too. He left all the conflict to other people. All he ever did was chuck loudly and complain, but not too much.
Then one night he heard a knock at his door and he looked out and there were menacing men with guns, bayonets and one with an axe, and he cried out :
“It Can’t Happen Here; It Can’t Happen To Me!” Oh Shit they really are coming for me …and he ran.
He thought he heard a loud noise…
And…
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