I see dead people and they are voting.
Are you sorry about that lie?
What? I can't see live people.
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Creeping Reaganism rots your brain.
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The NRA is the mother of all monsters. A majority of its members and a majority of the People question why it still exists. At the same time, crazy people and nut jobs want to know exactly when they can carry concealed weapons into the food court at the mall, into church day care, into grandma's rehab facility, and into drinking contests out in the woods. WHEN?
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About Me
- Karen
- I started out as a baby. "I took it easy for a few years." At the age of 2 1/2 I became a lifelong pro bono facilitator. I gave up any painting aspirations in kindergarten. When twice that age, it was discovered that without glasses, my eyes aren't worth much. But, as the last person in my class to win a box of 5 fat crayons for coloring inside the lines, I gave up painting, and went into the world of reading, writing and humorous asides to supplement the pro bono work.The next project is learning how to cut and paste. It'll probably take years if I teach myself because one of us is not listening.
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