On opening night the doors to the theater will shut behind audiences across the nation, and lock with a heavy click. The previews will end and the screen will fill with a giant BLACKED logo. As parents look nervously around, blue and pink haired land whales and transsexual men will step purposefully into the aisles. The simultaneous clack of thirty SKS actions cycling in unison will make their intentions clear.

Inevitably, one parent will try to cover her young daughter's eyes. The crack of a gun butt against her skull will almost, but not quite, be drowned out by the max volume slurping and moaning coming from the theater's surround sound. The offending cis bigot's limp body will be dragged over the seats and a goth transsexual will quickly take her place. The crying orphan will have a rag stuffed in her mouth and be jerked, squirming and struggling, into the now-erect nonbinary trans-queer faggot's lap. With a leer and a twinkle in Zir eye Xhe will whisper to the child "There there. I'm mommy, now". The painted creature will smother the child over and over, expertly keeping her in a daze of asphyxia whilst her slowly dying brain is relentlessly assaulted by the white-knuckle, Nog-on-Ridely skullfuck on the silver screen.

"ANYONE ELSE WANT TO BE A RACIST?" will scream a 300 pound, ten-chinned Kommisara, waving the barrel of her chinkshit rifle in all directions. The other parents will quickly get the message. Swallowing hard, they'll pray to whatever half-remembered god they knew in childhood.

”Please. Just let us get out of here alive. “

Love Trumps Hate.