When news broke on July 11th that Sen. Lindsay Graham had “died suddenly” after a “brief illness”, the first thing that came to mind for many of us surely was:

IT’S ABOUT BLOODY TIME!!!

It is often said that one should not speak ill of the dead. That is a concept dating far beyond Christianity – I think it goes back at least as far as the Bronze Age Greeks. In general, it is an idea to which I adhere, and I agree with it.

But there are always exceptions to such things. Lindsay “Gay for War” Graham was definitely one of them.

To be absolutely clear, I do not celebrate his death. It is not a good thing that he is dead – for him. Anyone who understands how God judges people, knows full well that, when Lady Graham went to meet Jesus, the Big Fella Upstairs judged him for his evil deeds and his psychopathic, degenerate love of war and killing, and sent him straight down to Hell.

That is where he will remain, tormented for all eternity, in ways that are more horrific, painful, and awful, than any of us can possibly imagine.

I repeat: his punishment is eternal damnation and torment.

No one should celebrate this. No one should even wish it upon his worst enemy.

That does not mean that the world is a worse place without Lady Graham in it. Quite the opposite.

A warmongering lunatic is dead. A man who never met a war that he did not like, is gone. The closet homosexual who pushed President Trump into war with Iran, and thereby made him ruin his entire Presidency, has removed himself from the scene.

The hellspawn who gleefully grinned on camera and said that spending money on Ukraine was the best money the US ever spent, and that Russians are dying, has kicked the bucket:

There is a certain deep irony in the way he died. He apparently keeled over from a bad heart attack shortly after getting back from his umpteenth trip to Queef, in 404 – Country Not Found, to tour a drone factory alongside his bestest buddy, Bellendsky the Crackhead Clown Piano Pecker Playing Prince of Banderastan. But that now raises significant questions, because there might be reason to believe that he ended up being taken out during a Russian ploinkification strike on that very same drone factory.

When I first saw that theory being floated on Telegram, I dismissed it out of hand. That seemed too outlandish and far-fetched, even by modern Clown World standards. But then, Larry Johnson laid out the timeline on his site, and I have to say, he might well have a point. Perhaps the Russians did, in fact, send Lady Graham the Gay War Fairy on an express trip straight to Hell.

If so, they did the entire world a great service, if only temporarily. The only way to be sure, is if Lady Graham’s funeral is a closed-casket one.

In the meantime, all we can say is that the very possibility inspires one of the most epic memes of the Banderastan War:

Unfortunately, Graham’s death changes very little. The Black Rider has come for one of his ugliest servants, and that is very much to the good. But there will always be another corrupt warmongering madman to take his place, who says that supporting Israel’s Gazacaust and blatantly genocidal objectives in the Middle East are good for America.

There will always be another crazy Zioclown who will step up and say that sending endless amounts of money and weapons into the Black Hole of Banderastan (otherwise known as “Bellendsky’s Nose”, because at least 40% of that money gets turned into cocaine and bribes that go straight to the Pecker-Player).

None of this means we should lose hope, or faith in God’s eternal justice. We just got a clear demonstration of the latter, and we should do our level best to avoid that same fate, by repenting of our sins and getting ourselves right with Christ. These are the very things that the Gay War Fairy failed to do – and now, he has paid the ultimate price.

All Hell rejoiced a few days ago when one of their own returned to them for his eternal punishment.

However, we should all take a moment to spare a thought for… Grindr: