Tax reform means, &#39;Don&#39;t tax you, don&#39;t tax me. Tax that fellow behind the tree.&#39;

Well, what o you want?" I said. "I am the type of guy who couldn't survive without disfigurement. Life has worked me over. It wasn't just the war, either.... I got a bad wound, you know. But the shots of life..." I gave myself a bang on the breast. "Right here! You know what I mean, King?

there will come a day when this war shall end and we will have the sunlight on our faces again.

You’d be surprised. Look, most Republicans are decent men who simply have a view of the world that is different from ours. But there is a hard core of fucking nutcases.

Written By Ken Follett

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