Your memory makes me smile
Because you are now safely under the dirt.
Class act you are, my boy! By the way, how did Senator Helms annoy the likes of someone with your acumen way up there in the backwoods?
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Class act, hardly. I admit my own lack of class here. To say nothing of your `backwoods' assumption, America's policies are North America's policies, are the world's policies. Helms existed as a symbol of all that was wrong not just with American society, but all the world. He is an effigy for intolerance, bigotry and fear mongering that, cruel as it sounds, many are gleefully watching burn.