Everyone out there who thought they were ringing in a Caesar and either didn't care or were actively hoping he'd ring down the curtain on the American Republic has now been conclusively shown to have latched onto a dollar-store Nero instead -- and this one can't even play the lyre!
I don't suppose any of his blood-and-soil fans will mind, and no doubt they loved Sunday's blood and blather. Say the word "culture" to 'em and they reach for a club (no, I don't mean the 1980s band).
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1 year ago
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Poor little Donnykins. Still looking in, nose pressed to the window, wondering why those "A" list people didn't invite him to their party. He's got more gold leaf junk than they do, so he must be a winner.
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