It's simple, Abe: the people you beat took it over.
Ohura, open channel, hail all frequencies.This is the Captain of the USS enterprise. To the bearded man in a lounge chair floating in open space. To answer your question, the liberals were removed from your party by the purging flames of the dumpster fires of inequity.(Waiting for the opportunity to get"truthiness" and "Dumpster fire" into the next scene)
Sulu: "Christ Almighty, Captain, it's Lincoln on cheap visual."Capt. Kirk: "This isn't going to involve cobbling together salt pewter, sulfur, charcoal, raw diamonds, a huge hollowed-out bamboo, and mercury fulminate for the fuse, will it?"Spock: "Yes, Captain, unless you can quickly construct a Swiss automatic lathe to machine anything beyond a shotgun. Perhaps you should seduce the Trump Gorn."Kirk: "You're kidding me. Do I look like I have a Swiss lathe down here in Planet GOP?"Engineer Scott: "Cap'n, yer Scottish man at the tiller here. Yo git a line o' GOP sinker. Don' matter if ya slice off, u be fuck'd."Kirk: "Gargle."
The kerfuffle around Melania's cribbed speech reminded me of a scene from the Star Trek episode 'Whom Gods Destroy', which may contain a possible response offered by Melania in her defense:MARTA: I'm beautiful! And I'm intelligent too. I write poetry, and I paint marvelous pictures. And I am a wonderful dancer. GARTH: Lies! All lies! You are the greatest liar I have ever met! Let me hear one poem you've written. MARTA: If you like. SPOCK: (muttering) If you could create a diversion, I might be able to find the control room and open the force field. KIRK: All we need is a few seconds, if Scotty has alerted the security detail. GARTH: Gentlemen, courtesy for the performer. MARTA: Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, and summer's lease hath all too soon GARTH: You wrote that? MARTA: Yesterday, as a matter of fact. GARTH: It was written by an Earth man named Shakespeare a long time ago! MARTA: Which does not alter the fact that I wrote it again yesterday! I think it's one of my best poems, don't you?
...Mr. President, it's very simple: You didn't let Sherman finish what he started. By not burning the entire infestation to the waterline, it allowed the revanchist scum to go underground, and having learned the painful lessons of asymmetric warfare, they regenerated as The Reconstruction and systematically regained all they had lost, and then some.
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