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“Going into the Republican Party National Convention, in all objective truth, our non‑winning front‑runners are the sorriest collection of stuffed shirts, empty suits, self‑gratulatory ignorami, and outright wig‑flipped ding‑dongs in the history of the Republic.”

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Book:Raise the Gipper!
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John Barnes
John Barnes

John Barnes, born on February 28, 1957, is a renowned author whose works span various literary genres. His unique narrative style and profound thematic content have earned him widespread acclaim from readers and critics alike. more

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