The endless rain of tomahawk missiles never seems to cease. UFOs oppressive dirty smelly politics. Trade you an airfield for a pallet of cash. Pawn for a pawn. Assad for a Kim, Bannon for a Jared.
One nasty spring this year. March… in like a lion out like a tiger. Les fleurs du mal.
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