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haven't you read any early 60s bircher literature?
it's hilarious.
and it'd still be funny were it not the case that the same nitwit sensibility had crawled back out from under some rock, with the full support of the grand old party, now a fine institution of good ole amurican red-baiting as an indication of the pathetic situation the right should, by ANY rational calculation, find itself in as a result of its own bloody appalling record of holding power.
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a gramophone its corrugated trumpet silver handle
spinning dog. such faithfulness it hear
it make you sick.
-kamau brathwaite
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