in the course of their lives do Republicans feel such horrendous fears? Fears that propel them to seek simplistic solutions to the fact that the world is complex. This world is too onerous for them, so they retreat.
While I watch them conventionize in New York, I wonder how many of them can't even stand the complexity of being a Republican conventioneer, and head to the mens' room to have relief-sex with the like-afflicted?
"Perge modo et qua te ducit via dirige gressum," said Venus to Aeneas.
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Scarier are those who live in log cabins? It's a freaking oxymoron...
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