The strange stone creatures that climb and cavort the churches of the country make a fabulous bestiary. They function less as lithic lookouts, more as a telling of the mediaeval mind. What filled it with such oddities? What did the stone carvers see? – Sir John Betjeman, 1969

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Anyway! I am sure that ritually sacrificing ancient Republicans on Ken Paxton's altar will help you out in the midterms. Keep at it.

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There's a sacrifice that I am willing to make for the greater good.

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I vaguely remember some smart lady talking about a Russian puppet. Does anybody else remember that?

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Night night sweet dreamies Sometimes the greatest mistake isn't trying and failing, but never finding the courage to try at all And sometimes the bravest thing you can do is step off a train that's no longer taking you where you want to go

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