He has called the president of the United States a “subhuman mongrel,” and only Hunter S. Thompson can do that.
For their hard work, they are treated like subhuman filth and shooed to the “colored” restroom out back.
Both sides imagined the other was a monster, a subhuman worthy only of death.
Apparently, several composers deemed “subhuman” by his own Nazi party.
If you view all cheating husbands as subhuman, her assessment is to be expected, but I found the comment startling.
subhuman instinct can learn nothing, but is perfect from the first within its impassable limits.
In their fleeting and impersonal character, however, they are subhuman.
Only some subhuman could bring himself to study such things.
They were things of beauty, but it was a beauty strange, menacing, subhuman.
Man was superhuman in power and glory, subhuman in morality.