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Today marks my final roll call with you. But I want you to know that when I cross the river, my last conscious thoughts will be of the Core, and the Core, and the Core.
Thenk you thenk you -
I'll be here throughout the massacree of the Narcissist-in-Chief and henchmen. When they slog by in irons, the gold bullion chained to a drag-chain at each ankle.. enroute to Guantanamo, I shall attempt to be compassionate; shall offer a drink from Gunga Din's smelly oilskin.. {it was crawlin and it stank ... but of all the drinks I drank..)
It's the least I can do. :-)