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But political power is a fickle bitch.
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| Oh master, whom we worship on our knees twice daily, we face a dire crisis. | |
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| I don't see a problem. We have our country back and I am surrounded by young nubile female felines. | |
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| The Bushingtons took all the clay. Without clay there is no kitty litter! Without kitty litter... | |
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| Great! Now I am the king of crap. | |
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