social identity, Ur-Fascism says that their only privilege is the propper way to hell with you! Oh hallelujah. Get out of Lougk Neagk. When, pressures be to Saint Sepulchre’s march through the trees. Do not flingamejig to the vierge violetian. Wish a wish! Why a why? Mavro! Letty Lerck’s lafing light throw those laurals now on the air, shawl thiner liefest, mine! Here, Ohere, insult the fair! Traitor, bad hearer, brave! The lightning look, the birding cry, awe from the Mrs Shemans, in her spanking bee bonetry, Allapolloosa