There’s a Bolshevik cell leader out there somewhere tonight receiving a pat on the back, and an atta-boy for a job well done.
One of millions out there on college campuses from sea to shining sea, trained to stir schidt like this up
Founder
Ancient Order of the 1895 Winchester
"Come, shall we go and kill us venison?
And yet it irks me the poor dappled fools,
Being native burghers of this desert city,
Should in their own confines with forked heads
Have their round haunches gored."
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