by Smitty And so it was that later as McCotter told his tale Smitty’s face, at first just ghostly, turned a whiter shade of GOPale McCotter laments at length at Ricochet, and I excerpt: “I want to shout, but I can’t hardly speak” Presently, Rock-n-Roll Reaganites are in exile on Lame Street. Bored in the […]
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