From the mouth of the greatest fool in the red movement, open vowel, and defecate.
As a Scotsman I claim him the thickest Phukk D’Witttz since William Wallace. What a dullard, over read, arsebark!
Tsarion and Hancock give the game away when they, as an aside, state we are amnesiac.
These chaps do not follow through the frictional factional fiction implications.
We are systemically brain dead, Alzheimer’s spawn.
What is the shadow?
What is your shadow?