I have decided to save my workout for his blathering... I mean speech. I shall jump on the treadmill and use my anger, disgust, and derision to fuel my legs to run and my heart to pump. Also, the dogs always get upset when I scream at the t.v., so a vigorous workout should leave me too breathless to scream. I have found I need an outlet for my anger during these things. During a couple of the debates I tried sewing. Not a good idea. I kept screwing up and forgetting what I was doing... running to the other room to yell at the t.v. isn't compatible with a fine craft like sewing. However, since I'll be red-faced and sweaty already, a little foaming at the mouth wont hurt.
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I will, *sadly*, not be witness to Dear Leader lulling the idiots back to sleep.
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