How about this, fleabag:

We get rid of YOU and your filthy ilk, we get our lives and our country back.

Go take a flying f-king leap off the nearest canyon wall or bridge. May the earth or water below deign to think you barely acceptable to touch again. While you fall, pray that your demise is quick and painless, because that's all the mercy you can hope for.

Every patriot in America would like very much to see you publicly broken on the wheel then completely burned to ash. Let the wind have you then, if it will, and scatter what's left of you into oblivion, never to take up space on God's earth again.

Call me uncharitable, you traitorous hag, but may God let you roast in the eternal fires of hell. Even that's too good for you.