You also have the right to be a treasonous, soulless, uncharasmatic, no-talent, gold–digging, long-faced, wanna-be gigolo who uses a dead man’s money to get plastic surgery at 70 freakin’ years old so you can score drunken community college airheads, John.
Go piss up a rope, you witless, pseudo-intellectual piece of communist trash.
P.S. F*ck you.
I’m guessing you don’t like him?