Stryker's Journal: September 5th, 2014.
America is afraid of me... I have seen its true face. The streets are unrealistic gutters and the gutters are full of gay Muslims and when when the drains finally scab over, all the little faggots will drown. The accumulated filth of all their gay sex and jihads will foam up about their waists and all the trolls and wolf-disrespectors will look up and shout, “Save us!” …and I'll look down and whisper, “Tahaaaaa! No.” They had a choice, all of them. They could have followed in the footsteps of good men like my brother Robert or John Cena. Decent men who believed in ranking up their game and never giving up. Instead they followed the droppings of Gamerfood and Dicksquad and didn't realize that the trail led over a precipice until it was too late. Don't tell me they didn't have a choice. Now the whole world stands on the brink, staring down into bloody Hell, all those liberals and intellectuals and smooth-talking muslim YouTube book critics... and all of a sudden nobody can think of anything to say.