The world is down on them, alright, but not in the way that they portray it.
Friday, September 18, 2015
Down On Me
At the end of every Republican presidential debate I feel that I want to hear a rousing choral rendition of Down On Me a la Janis Joplin. You would think that these unbelievably privileged people had been hounded, all their lives, by horrible, mobile cactuses or something, chasing them around, the way they talk.
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