Danh ngôn của Richard Cohen
Trump lies when confronted with the truth, since any crack in his narcissism might spread like an Ebola of the soul, and he would deflate like one of Macy's balloons on the Friday after Thanksgiving.
Trump lies when confronted with the truth, since any crack in his narcissism might spread like an Ebola of the soul, and he would deflate like one of Macy's balloons on the Friday after Thanksgiving.
Trump nói dối khi đối mặt với sự thật, vì bất kỳ vết nứt nào trong lòng tự ái của ông ấy đều có thể lan rộng như một căn bệnh Ebola trong tâm hồn, và ông ấy sẽ xẹp xuống như một trong những quả bóng bay của Macy's vào thứ Sáu sau Lễ Tạ ơn.
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- I think most people have that crazy uncle they sit at Thanksgiving dinner with: someone they disagree with politically but love them anyway.
- From too much love of living, From hope and fear set free, We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods may be That no life lives for ever; That dead men rise up never; That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea.
- I'm thankful for every moment.