The place where the world comes together in honesty and mirth. Windmills Tilted, Scared Cows Butchered, Lies Skewered on the Lance of Reality ... or something to that effect.
In the letter to a woman in North Carolina,
Nixon wrote: "I could not accept Hitler’s idea of a master race. I
cannot accept the equally false principle of an inferior race.”
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