Without his incessant suckling on the slimy teat of wingnut welfare for his entire life, Stephen Moore would be squatting naked and filthy and lice0ridden, covered in weeping sores, in a greasy puddle on some forgotten squalid, disintegrating backroad in baggerland eating worms and mewling to himself about liberals. Instead, he gets to shit himself in public and proudly clap as the rest of us point and laugh. Sad. Thanks, Trump.
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