Love to set up a folding table outside a right-wing gathering for the purpose of raising funds to "build the wall," dressed as a mason, complete with my own bricks and mortar, telling people I intend to build "the wall" myself, never mentioning that the specific wall I have in mind is located in my catacombs, half finished, echoing with the cries of a merely half-entombed Fortunato.

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