The phone rang. I glanced at the LED panel. “Club for Growth.” No, thanks, I’ll skip that call. I know who they are. I know they want my money so they can spend it doing things that are contrary to my interests and the interests of every American who is not awash in special interest money. And they didn’t leave a message.
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