Let me tell all the scum and all the leftists: you're going to lose all of your jobs soon. The whole mainstream media is dying. We're going to be in a huge Depression. You're going to be living in your mothers' basements. And I hope your little fake liberal culture you've got that's totally fascist and Satanic - I hope it keeps you warm at night because that's all you're going to have, and it's all you're ever going to have. Okay? I just hope you understand that.
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Herbert Marcuse
We catched fish, and talked, and we took a swim now and then to keep off sleepiness. It was kind of solemn, drifting down the big still river, laying on our backs looking up at the stars, and we didn't ever feel like talking loud, and it warn't often that we laughed, only a kind of low chuckle. We had mighty good weather, as a general thing, and nothing ever happened to us at all, that night, nor the next, nor the next.
Mark Twain
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Christopher Columbus
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Todd McFarlane
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Devin Townsend