There's not enough bourbon in the world to numb my senses enough to distract me from the direction this country is going in.
So I offer Faith No More's song from Angel Dust with partial lyrics.
Soon our boy became a million.
People loved him so
and helped him to grow.
Everyone knew the thing that was best.
Of course, he must invest.
A penny won't do,
but he made us proud.
He made us rich,
but how were we to know
he's counterfeit.
Now everything's ruined.
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