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By  Frank Mason, on February 13th, 2012%
An Andrew Breitbart fanfiction “No, Mr. Breitbart. Please!” Andrew Breitbart’s stringy gray hair was greased back with sweat as he loomed over a child, heaving and groaning. In his shadow, the small boy covered his naked shame with both hands and fixed his eyes on the wall, where a picture of Jesus was hung. He …MOAR! By Frank Mason, on April 6th, 2008%Collegetown,USA—Very few classes teach us to ask questions.Quite the opposite, we are taught not to question, but to remember.But how does one learn without asking questions?What are we really being taught? April’s Fool.Here you are, operating on the knowledge of those who died and lived …MOAR! |
 
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