The Biden libs are cornered, fighting like a wounded animal, lashing out blindly by instinct and rage alone. There is blood in the water. They are getting cold. No one is coming to help them. They are afraid.
It’s 
The Biden libs are cornered, fighting like a wounded animal, lashing out blindly by instinct and rage alone. There is blood in the water. They are getting cold. No one is coming to help them. They are afraid.
It’s
Somewhere in hell comes tremendous, continuous haw-haw-haw laughter. It’s Strom Thurmond. And if he wasn’t already dead - he would be on his way to laughing himself to death.