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  • I think its better to do it them before they do it to you.

    Fuck'em. I know that isnt a scientific fact filled argument but Heaven help the heart that shows mercy to these bags of broken dicks. Its not as if commies have a history of tolerance toward opinions.

    To the argument 'That makes you no better than them...' Well fuck all. Thats my problem to sort thru in therapy then isn't it. I say fuck'em. I'll gladly live with the emotional quagmire and psychological question of morality than have to live under those pricks.

  • Yes communists should be killed and tortured. They are self obsessed luciferian control freaks.

    All communists are satanists, deceivers and tricksters. They are control freaks and self interested and live as parasites. Many are ultra rich but deny others riches. They hate God and worship satan. They continuously ignore problems they create but blame others when it all goes wrong. They are also antiwhite racists who hate indigenous Europeans.

    Kill them all painfully.

  • The only good communist is a dead one

    Communism is a disease for the week and lazy so they can be blood suckers and suck the life blood out of hard working fokes. It no wounder that uni students want Communism because they wasted 8 years on a political science degree or woman studies and only got a BA and cant do anything with it so they move home and when there working in a dead end job some were for min wage they get greedy and what to take it from others because they are entitled little shits that think they deserve it because they went to school and can think like there commie profs so in closing the only good commie is a dead commie

  • Communists are not human beings

    It's not really murder of torture if the people you are killing have no soul or form of intelligence. Communists deserve nothing more than to be tortured until the point of death and then left to die as punishment for their wish to spread a horrible ideology that would cause far more and far worse deaths than if the communists were just killed.

  • Yes, Communism is only for fags

    Now this is a story all about how
    My life got flipped-turned upside down
    And I'd like to take a minute
    Just sit right there
    I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air

    In west Philadelphia born and raised
    On the playground was where I spent most of my days
    Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool
    And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school
    When a couple of guys who were up to no good
    Started making trouble in my neighborhood
    I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
    She said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air."

    I begged and pleaded with her day after day
    But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
    She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket.
    I put my Walkman on and said, "I might as well kick it."

    First class, yo, this is bad
    Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass.
    Is this what the people of Bel-Air living like?
    Hmm, this might be alright.

    But wait I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that
    Is this the type of place that they just send this cool cat?
    I don't think so
    I'll see when I get there
    I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air

    Well, the plane landed and when I came out
    There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out
    I ain't trying to get arrested yet
    I just got here
    I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared

    I whistled for a cab and when it came near
    The license plate said "Fresh" and it had dice in the mirror
    If anything I could say that this cab was rare
    But I thought, "Nah, forget it."
    – "Yo, home to Bel-Air."

    I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
    And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo home smell ya later."
    I looked at my kingdom
    I was finally there
    To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air

  • Yes, Communism is only for fags

    Now this is a story all about how
    My life got flipped-turned upside down
    And I'd like to take a minute
    Just sit right there
    I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air

    In west Philadelphia born and raised
    On the playground was where I spent most of my days
    Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool
    And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school
    When a couple of guys who were up to no good
    Started making trouble in my neighborhood
    I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
    She said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air."

    I begged and pleaded with her day after day
    But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
    She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket.
    I put my Walkman on and said, "I might as well kick it."

    First class, yo, this is bad
    Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass.
    Is this what the people of Bel-Air living like?
    Hmm, this might be alright.

    But wait I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that
    Is this the type of place that they just send this cool cat?
    I don't think so
    I'll see when I get there
    I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air

    Well, the plane landed and when I came out
    There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out
    I ain't trying to get arrested yet
    I just got here
    I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared

    I whistled for a cab and when it came near
    The license plate said "Fresh" and it had dice in the mirror
    If anything I could say that this cab was rare
    But I thought, "Nah, forget it."
    – "Yo, home to Bel-Air."

    I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
    And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo home smell ya later."
    I looked at my kingdom
    I was finally there
    To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air

  • Yes, Communism is only for fags

    Now this is a story all about how
    My life got flipped-turned upside down
    And I'd like to take a minute
    Just sit right there
    I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air

    In west Philadelphia born and raised
    On the playground was where I spent most of my days
    Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool
    And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school
    When a couple of guys who were up to no good
    Started making trouble in my neighborhood
    I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
    She said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air."

    I begged and pleaded with her day after day
    But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
    She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket.
    I put my Walkman on and said, "I might as well kick it."

    First class, yo, this is bad
    Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass.
    Is this what the people of Bel-Air living like?
    Hmm, this might be alright.

    But wait I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that
    Is this the type of place that they just send this cool cat?
    I don't think so
    I'll see when I get there
    I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air

    Well, the plane landed and when I came out
    There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out
    I ain't trying to get arrested yet
    I just got here
    I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared

    I whistled for a cab and when it came near
    The license plate said "Fresh" and it had dice in the mirror
    If anything I could say that this cab was rare
    But I thought, "Nah, forget it."
    – "Yo, home to Bel-Air."

    I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
    And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo home smell ya later."
    I looked at my kingdom
    I was finally there
    To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air

  • Yes, Communism is only for fags

    Now this is a story all about how
    My life got flipped-turned upside down
    And I'd like to take a minute
    Just sit right there
    I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air

    In west Philadelphia born and raised
    On the playground was where I spent most of my days
    Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool
    And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school
    When a couple of guys who were up to no good
    Started making trouble in my neighborhood
    I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
    She said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air."

    I begged and pleaded with her day after day
    But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
    She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket.
    I put my Walkman on and said, "I might as well kick it."

    First class, yo, this is bad
    Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass.
    Is this what the people of Bel-Air living like?
    Hmm, this might be alright.

    But wait I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that
    Is this the type of place that they just send this cool cat?
    I don't think so
    I'll see when I get there
    I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air

    Well, the plane landed and when I came out
    There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out
    I ain't trying to get arrested yet
    I just got here
    I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared

    I whistled for a cab and when it came near
    The license plate said "Fresh" and it had dice in the mirror
    If anything I could say that this cab was rare
    But I thought, "Nah, forget it."
    – "Yo, home to Bel-Air."

    I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
    And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo home smell ya later."
    I looked at my kingdom
    I was finally there
    To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air

  • Yes, Communism is only for fags

    Now this is a story all about how
    My life got flipped-turned upside down
    And I'd like to take a minute
    Just sit right there
    I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air

    In west Philadelphia born and raised
    On the playground was where I spent most of my days
    Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool
    And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school
    When a couple of guys who were up to no good
    Started making trouble in my neighborhood
    I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
    She said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air."

    I begged and pleaded with her day after day
    But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
    She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket.
    I put my Walkman on and said, "I might as well kick it."

    First class, yo, this is bad
    Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass.
    Is this what the people of Bel-Air living like?
    Hmm, this might be alright.

    But wait I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that
    Is this the type of place that they just send this cool cat?
    I don't think so
    I'll see when I get there
    I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air

    Well, the plane landed and when I came out
    There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out
    I ain't trying to get arrested yet
    I just got here
    I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared

    I whistled for a cab and when it came near
    The license plate said "Fresh" and it had dice in the mirror
    If anything I could say that this cab was rare
    But I thought, "Nah, forget it."
    – "Yo, home to Bel-Air."

    I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
    And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo home smell ya later."
    I looked at my kingdom
    I was finally there
    To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air

  • Yes, Communism is only for fags

    Now this is a story all about how
    My life got flipped-turned upside down
    And I'd like to take a minute
    Just sit right there
    I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air

    In west Philadelphia born and raised
    On the playground was where I spent most of my days
    Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool
    And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school
    When a couple of guys who were up to no good
    Started making trouble in my neighborhood
    I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
    She said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air."

    I begged and pleaded with her day after day
    But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
    She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket.
    I put my Walkman on and said, "I might as well kick it."

    First class, yo, this is bad
    Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass.
    Is this what the people of Bel-Air living like?
    Hmm, this might be alright.

    But wait I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that
    Is this the type of place that they just send this cool cat?
    I don't think so
    I'll see when I get there
    I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air

    Well, the plane landed and when I came out
    There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out
    I ain't trying to get arrested yet
    I just got here
    I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared

    I whistled for a cab and when it came near
    The license plate said "Fresh" and it had dice in the mirror
    If anything I could say that this cab was rare
    But I thought, "Nah, forget it."
    – "Yo, home to Bel-Air."

    I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
    And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo home smell ya later."
    I looked at my kingdom
    I was finally there
    To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air

  • No... Come on now

    What... Do you want to kill and enslave anyone who has a difference in opinion? You are the communist if you believe that.

    Please allow different views and lifestyles without needing to silence them. If everyone understood that, communists and libertarians could live side by side, and whoever has the best system is where people would want to move and live at.

  • You can't kill someone for what they THINK.

    Otherwise you could be sentenced for murder because you want to kill the bumbling idiot who forgot his check book in the grocery line.
    But you SHOULD take action for what people DO. The second a commie actually tries to take action to subvert a democratic government, destroy them by any means necessary.

  • Duh how ignorant.

    What an idiot question that is so stupid it doesn't deserve an answer. People should never be tortured and killed. Communists? What, are you friggin five? Why should anyone be tortured or killed for political beliefs? Why would anyone even ask such an ignorant stupid and brainless friggin question. Christ!

  • No they should not...

    Nobody should be tortured, period.

    Communists should be executed if they have committed, and been judged guilty of, a capital offense by a competent authority--just like non-Communists. Simply adhering to Communism as an economic idea is not a crime, let alone a capital crime. It's a stupid idea, but so is creationism, and we don't kill people for believing in that.

  • Communists should not be executed and tortured.

    In a free country, you are allowed to believe in any ideology you chose. Even if it is unpopular, you have a right to believe in it and to identify as a member of a political party. Although Communism is not popular and it doesn't work, people have a right to belive in it in peace.

  • Love not judge

    Hmm... Should communists be executed? Communism is a theoretical economic system characterized by the collective ownership of property and by the organization of labor for the common advantage of all members. Communists, who follow this system, believe in what is says and supports. They shouldn't be executed for their beliefs. If that were the case, then should Christians be executed for not supporting homosexuality?

  • No, Communists should not be executed and tortured.

    This is a horrible question. Anyone who asks this clearly doesn't have a stable state of mind. It's an absurd question. People who are Communist want to live that way. They have pride in themselves for not falling to other economic types. What if a Communist came up to a Capitalist and asked, "Do you think your kind should be executed and tortured?" It's unfair. Not everyone has to agree on economics.


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