RHSimard Wrote:
Nov 26, 2012 5:59 PM
All the tax-pledge quislings are seated at a huge table. Across from them are seated...us. One by one, each of the former tries to justify his betrayal. We on the other side of that table are silent, but staring intently into their faces. Finally, one asks, "Why are you staring at us like that?" We reply, "We're reading your lips."