Then maybe we'll have to reshape our agreement to include how even this genius could run an economy on re-invention, when 100% of our vote becomes law and we, become America. Each in all respect our own country with inalienable rights in our name! That, I can trust! Rendering to whom, what, where and when to whatever we fucking not to choose and, howe! Ah, fuck you. Politely.
On a lighter note special notice to "two mules for sister sara" i hope all is well and as beautifully content as your spirit has always been.
To Santa's helper, what a comfortably gentle doe, a dear!
Merry Christmas To All! And GOOD, Life!
Rooster Woodstock
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