Remember when the DNC rigging the election was pure conspiracy?
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Remember when the DNC rigging the election was pure conspiracy?
There, but for the grace of God, goes John Bradford
My aim, then, was to whip the rebels, to humble their pride, to follow them to their inmost recesses, and make them fear and dread us. Fear is the beginning of wisdom.
I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation.
Hating on a candidate in internal emails isnt rigging, especially when that candidate had been hating on the DNC publicly. The biggest "smoking gun" that people are pointing to is one person asking about using his heritage against him in a very religious area. No evidence it was actually done. There is no evidence of DNC resources being used against Bernie. So much straw grasping.
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Because obviously anyone who disagrees is a shill, right?![]()
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Hvil i fred HoreToreA man who casts no shadow has no soul.
There, but for the grace of God, goes John Bradford
My aim, then, was to whip the rebels, to humble their pride, to follow them to their inmost recesses, and make them fear and dread us. Fear is the beginning of wisdom.
I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation.
What a fantastic argument.
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Hvil i fred HoreToreA man who casts no shadow has no soul.
There, but for the grace of God, goes John Bradford
My aim, then, was to whip the rebels, to humble their pride, to follow them to their inmost recesses, and make them fear and dread us. Fear is the beginning of wisdom.
I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation.
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