12/20/89 Armor and unfriendly fire this cold day not (quite) in hell Like a drug use of force begets its own necessity Rumanians fall by thousands but we only do dozens in Panama so please be kinder, gentler to poor Prez who needs his use of force now and then Don't call him junkie just for being nervous looking a bit chewed on and making only a little sense so early in the attack of morning
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