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One of the nice things about getting old…

is that you feel free to say pretty much anything you want, especially stuff based on the Left’s “bad math” moral equivalence, and make patronizing declarations that (sigh) “everyone’s forgotten” some thing or other that, as a matter of fact, lots of people besides you remember.

One of the not so nice things is that I get to call you a dried up, senile old slag.


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