“When I was a fighting-man, the kettle-drums they beat, The people scattered gold-dust before my horse’s feet; But now I am a great king, the people hound my track With poison in my wine-cup, and daggers at my back.” — Robert E. Howard
48 posted on 05/12/2026 7:05:58 AM PDT by SunkenCiv
(TDS -- it's not just for DNC shills anymore -- oh, wait, yeah it is.)
