Rupert Murdoch dying in an ant pile with his broken ribs poking his partially collapsed lungs and ants slowly eating his minuscule, baby r***** p**** while bald eagles eat his filthy, lying tongue is my fantasy. Maybe the bald eagles can s*** down his nose just enough to coat it as the acid rain that barely sustains the putrid old felator of Trump slowly drips down his ugly, bald head in a manner not unlike waterboarding.
Nice.
