In the late seventies I crossed the Atlantic on the QE2. I went First Class, which I paid for with my first real paycheck. We had a mandatory dress code for dinner. Black Tie and commensurate formal wear for the ladies. It was one of my favorite memories.
Thank you for the advice, sir . I am humbly aware that offensive language is the real issue in politics today. Who cares about fixed elections, crime, or child trafficking, when offensive syntax should clearly be seen as our real enemy?
Just kidding. Eat shit.
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