No. He is far worse off than that. A whole new spectrum of tarded. So far off of the scale that the Doctors and Scientists working on this will need a submarine with screen doors and a space shuttle door gunner. That's to start.
Kill, no. You'll just wish it. Insolence would be met with a switch at least. My grandmother was partial to the branches of a willow tree. Light your legs ablaze. My mother preferred Hotwheels tracks. My father was a good old fashioned belt kind of father. Snap it sometimes to get you knowing what was about to be delivered. I just missed out at corporal punishment in school. They still had the paddles. Some hanging on the walls. I guess that they missed using them. Sad.
OK, cunt! A big fat stinking cunt.
Personally, I can't wait for the Great Vaxtard die off.
Why? It will reduce traffic and shorten my commute. I hope half of the planet succumbs to their own stupidty. Bye bye, libtards! You killed yourselves.