Yep, they sure are. I guess they lurk in dank, dark corners wallowing in their filthy lairs, waiting to strike when the foul MSM Ted Cruz hit pieces blow their matted fur, signaling it's time to surface.
107 posted on 09/13/2014 1:30:21 PM PDT by Jane Long
("And when thou saidst, Seek ye my face; my heart said unto thee, Thy face, LORD, will I seek")