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Because, if I'm honest as I can be, I don't trust that guy. Neither do I trust Blondie strutting around in her fuck-me heels at pressers. No barely-repressed agendas, and no prissy preening poopsies.
I trust Tulsi. I trust Kristi. So I'm not being sexist. But Matt Gaetz is THE face that belongs at Justice. If you are Donald, doing what it looks for all the world he is doing, MATT needs to be there.
What's the point of having compromat on those RINOs if they can't be forced to do the right thing? Or won't they let Donald in on that action? And then we'd have to admire his courage the more, now wouldn't we?
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The sun came out a little while ago, and I know it's only a feint, but it let me go to sleep. When it's storming here, I've gotten to the point where I'm utterly insanely a bowl of boiling hypervigilance for the moment the power browns or blacks out.
Just like there is ANYTHING to be done about THAT.
It humiliates me to do that shit in front of myself, and irks me that it's made me waste some hours of peace and warmth when I should've been doing that wasteful sleep while the wind and rain were pounding me into the ground... but, no, I'm here with synapses escaping my scalp, messing up my casual-yet-so-chic haircut on their way to battle the forces of Mother Nature... the UTTERLY futile impulse to prevent the roof leak over my toilet from activation.
It's HELL being maniacal.
pipe up any time....
