For you, Steelhead, I do this thing. I bring you poetry, hewn from the living fabric of my soul:

There once was a man called Scott
Who tried to find his own head, but could not!
By sniffing with his nose,
And wiggling his toes,
He found it- up TryMe's hairy butt!


The CENTER will hold.

Reality, Patriotism,Trump: you can only pick two

FÜCK PUTIN!