zealot

Your plate is as full as mine yet you complain all the time.We could wade in&wash in healing brine&talk about the signs that lead to completion but you want to dine on paper mache crime from The New York Times.God is no respecter of nations.A special kinship to the One in leadership;you name drop on a dime.I'd give you what is mine but your delusion gets stronger with time;your eyes blur,your imagination is blind.