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aka: the glue sniffing posse who take the reins of power and lead the world on a wild full-throated death-strewn corporate sploogy wetdream boondoggle in the desert. But other than those minor niggling details, they're probably nice family men who mow their lawns and tithe regularly.
Good riddance to the lot of em...fawking fascist swine, one and all
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