Somewhere out there in the darkness where the tendrils of fog rise up from the swamp and the cyprus stumps look like strange creatures lurking in the fog. Somewhere you occasionally hear the rustling of leaves or the breaking of a twig and you turn your head to see what caused that sound only to see a fleeting shadow. Somewhere out there in a roughly triangular piece of ground between the County Landfill where all those barrels of nuclear waste are buried, the refinery and the place where the water from the chicken rendering plant runs into the streams there is a small area known as "The Toadsuck Triangle. It is the land of "The Voting Dead". More absentee ballots come from the Toadsuck Post office than any other post office in the country. I suspects malfeasance.
Liberals are like a "Slinky". Totally useless, but somehow ya can't help but smile when you see one tumble down a flight of stairs!
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