Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedThe fireworks look like bombs, I say, and you saythat’s how they’re supposed to look. We won thiscountry with blood, with bombs, with limbs brokeninto toothpicks bright white, bone shattered smallenough to pick from ash.Wow, you say. Look at that one. Beautiful.It really doesn’t matter about the EpsteinFiles, I say. He’s a convincted rapist, and lookwhere he is now. Slaughter something beautifulenough, and we will...