Wednesday, January 18, 2017

OH CAPTAIN MY CAPTAIN in the month of Death in the year of remembering deaths.

➽ What a kick in the balls that month was. War ends; President is killed; then we cart his dead body through most every large city in the North getting it to Springfield. There's good times and bad times, I guess.
I have to say that I've been nervous for the last 8 years hoping to Jesus that some ignorant American Jackass wouldn't do something stupid and set us at each others throats forever. Of course, now we have to be afraid again because the next dead American president will be the last.

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