On MSNBC just now: “He left his golf club in Bedminster, New Jersey.” Which made me think of him carrying one as a weapon, ready to swing at someone or something.
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Nancy, October 19, 1950.
“Who are we as a country?”
Michael Leddy
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Nos plus grandes craintes, comme nos plus grandes espérances, ne sont pas au-dessus de nos forces, et nous pouvons finir par dominer les unes et réaliser les autres. [Our worst fears, like our greatest hopes, are not outside our powers, and we can come in the end to triumph over the former and to achieve the latter.]
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That's a good one. When I saw the title of your post, I simultaneously thought of Benny Goodman, people who may testify against the former president, and a New York correctional facility where he could end up. And I know the Goodman tune was"Sing, Sing,Sing". It's just where what little brain I have went.
Thank you. I’m kinda amazed that my brain generated the image of a lumbering defendant wielding a club.
This is your brain. This is your brain on Trump.
Yes, addled and addled some more.
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