i feel pain as i sit here.... drinking a coke as i stare into 2019 the clock ticking down to zero hour... i hear in the distance... metal? i see a glow from outside a crash as, HE, enters in..... its Commissar Dankula, he asks "you'd better be ready comrade, 2019 is going to be a shitshow" he hands me a blunt. as soon as I put it to my lips it lights up from the pure heat of Daddy Dankulas radiance, I inhale..... i feel bravery, i see antifa charging towards me, i grab a butter knife I see my fellow Whiteys charging the Antifa lines. I feel the might of Ben Shapiro electrifying my knife as I slice through these censoring hypocrites.. Commissar Dankula is bellowing UKIP phrases and reciting past video scrips on free speech... the antifarts are no match for us... we have won the day. Then I wake up at 12:01 am on January 1st 2019... I am ready for the storm... I am ready for 2019
