Long live who?
I hate the bastards. Tongues like extensile lassos roping in other ningnongs to maintain the status flow. Their greasy machinations ensure they continue to exist comfortably on the downswing, happy viruses constantly in take-over mode.
God stuff me but they're a punnet of pussy-footers. They belong in the Athenaeum set aside for defaulting bookies' pencillers ...
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