The cure is a day away...

I inhaled the sulfurous fumes of Trump four years ago and now I can only
speak an ancient form of really vulgar Latin.

This is the fault of Trump, the malevolent goat-king, who demands
constant penance, genuflecting, and mortification of the flesh.
At noon tomorrow, I'll be chanting a cleansing incantation from The Book
of Abramelin the Mage, Ars Notoria or some other grimoire and then
perform a self-flagellation ritual that purifies my flesh.

The rest of you can take a shower with Dial Soap.
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Bozo Binned: Herring, Bert Robbins, JackGoff 452471atgmail.com,
Just-AN-Asshole, Tim, AMDX, and Gunboy Alex, aka the Gang of Dull,
Witless, Insult-Tossing Trumpsters. If you are on this list, I don't see
most of your posts and I don't read any of them.