As every new day brings fresh butthurt from the latest Libtardian rectum, up which 47 has just fired a heat-seeking missile, I've been coasting, because AFAIC, the only words I could add to what he's done so far are in the title of this post.
If there were dogs on Mars, they'd be howling from the screaming going on in and around D.C. about now. How magical!
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