Looky here. Spozin’ Gentleman A in Whateverville wants a buncha 100-watt light bulbs for his porch and gentleman B in nearby Whatevercity says he cain’t have any. Then Gentleman A sees Candidate T with a big hotel with it all lit up bright out front with a million lightbulbs and gold and everything. If Candidate T has already proven his strength by how he treats the help why then it’s only a matter of time till gentleman A gets his 100-watt bulbs, right?
All this talk about alphabet disorders and fancy words just means Gentleman A needs to remind Gentleman B about his shotgun in the back room. Free country, ain’t it?
