You’re going to die.
You will be buried, cremated, or left somewhere to rot.
Your name will fade into memory.
After enough years and enough people follow you in death, you will be forgotten.
How you lived your life will not change this ending. You face the same cold
Translation: After (Ron) Paul, Dildos.
Ron Paul, our generation’s William Jennings Bryan, has largely run his course. The man who for decades bravely griefed Congress and disrupted Republican Primaries, now talks shit about dead people on twitter. He who lives by the troll dies by the troll, I suppose.