There's something so romantic about winter and I don't know whether that's just because

I'm a bit for homebody and I love a 5.

But I think it's just the holiday period, it's just for me, it's the most romantic period.

And I think anyone who's listened to my records will know that I'm quite a big fan of romance.

Joy in every sip with red cups now back at Starbucks.

I know sometimes when I look out the window and see how divided America is today, I just

want to close the iron shutters of my bunker and retreat into cataloging my ammunition

and playing solitaire with my special edition deck of heroes of the coming apocalypse cards.

But then I think, no, I can't give up on this country.

I have to try to find some way to bring together those on the right who want to restore our

constitutional system and its liberties with those on the left who want to cut off our

children's sexual organs, tear helpless infants from the womb and sell their body parts

for pseudoscientific experiments and set the races and genders at infinite war with one

another while global socialist centralized their power.

So they'll be free to sell the ship of state into the flaming depths of damnation as they

dance on the decks and orgyastic tribute to their demonic master who darkens the sky

with his black laughter in the triumphant certainty that he has lured them and us into an eternity

of torment so he can complete his revenge against heaven by casting our screams at the feet

of the God of all goodness before Terry and off his Nancy Pelosi mask to reveal that he

is actually Satan himself before Terry and off his Satan mask to reveal he's actually Ilhan

Omar.

Clearly, the problem is messaging.

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