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I’m toasting marshmallows over the smoldering remains of the Democratic Party, and they are too stupid to realize that they are just digging their own grave. When they are done digging there will be no funeral, they will just fall exhausted beside their grave, and slowly roll into it. No last words, and no one will bother to cover them with dirt. It will be glorious.

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