--a neverending train wreck of ignorance
--And so we love her, Mother Sarah. She's simple, she's pretty, she's as fierce as a tiger protecting her cubs. So what if storms are rattling the windowpanes? We get a glass of warm milk and a big gold star just for staying up late while she tells us reassuring bedtime stories.
The author? A professor at Columbia
Sunday, October 5, 2008
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