All I can hope is that John McCain’s remaining days are that of pure, crystalline agony, him lying on the floor, under a table, sweating and twitching and lying in a puddle of his own sick, his horrified eyes wide open and his mouth gaping open in an eternal silent scream.
I want him to suffer, more than I want the world to experience joy.
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Wow, that's a lot.
;-)
But seriously..... let me take this opportunity to thank you for your Real History of FR.
You are one funny and intelligent guy.
I read that years ago, and I sat my wife down last Sunday morning and read the whole thing out loud to her.
It was great. (Then The Sunday Morning Shows came on and we puked for a good while.)