America thought, sobbing into her pillow, that if she only loved Newt enough -- that if she only tried to love him enough -- then maybe he would change. Maybe it -- maybe he, maybe everything -- would be different this time. Maybe....
AND TONIGHT, AMERICA, IT'S NEWT'S TURN TO BE ON TOP.
Maybe we'll get lucky and he'll leave us for another country.
Keep your powder dry and don't flash this around yet. Newt is who we want to run against the President.
Until America gets cancer
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