LOST HIS LEG IN CENTRAL PARK
Connor Golden, 18, goes walking with his friends in Central Park on July 3rd when he steps on fireworks and blows his leg off.
The cops announce that they don’t suspect malicious intent because that might imply that terrorist explosive devices have come home to roost. That would scare the entire city to its socks.
We could no longer trust our feet. They might step on what Obama calls peaceful Muslim explosive devices. The city would shut down.
I look out my window the morning of July 4th and see bikes riding into the park. It seems that tragedies are personal. Golden lost his leg and everyone else is peddling along like it didn’t matter.
Life has cheapened. The Muslim terrorist raids around the world have left legs strewn around cities like they didn’t matter. The liberals pretend they love innocent victims but they don’t care about amputations.
I might just stay inside today out of respect for Golden. I am not afraid to die. I just don’t want to die at the hands of some sicko who gets the better of me because I didn’t have a chance to fight him straight up.
Due to America withdrawing from power, the world has become a nonchalant dance of violence. The more Obama mouths “peace” and “workplace violence,” the more he refuses to say “Radical Muslim,” the more legs are running to heaven without bodies.