The very stable genius is still at it. STILL!
Dude, even if you’re right — which you clearly aren’t — it DOESN’T FUCKING MATTER! Please, go drink a tub of Sno-Cone syrup, lapse into a long sucrose coma, and leave those of us in the reality-based community alone for one day.
Just one day without having to babysit you would be a fucking relief that we haven’t really experienced in four fucking years.
These maps are older than the McNugget sauce stains on your undershirt.
Seriously, don’t you have anything better to do than gaslight a once proud nation?
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