Let's remember what life was like when we had a real President.
Not a neurotic self-righteous Baptist preacher wanna-be, or a Yale patrician, or an Arkansas Bubbah who never could keep it in his pants, or a patrician's son who understood little past loyalty to himself, or a leftist who dedicated his life to the demise of the country.
A President.
We miss you, Gipper.
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