Borrowing from Fafblog, I’ve come to think of the left as a special kind of pie. Possession of a piece of it gives you something to eat. Unfortunately, it is a zero sum pie. In theory, the pie could grow quite large, but it has been surrounded by hostile, fanged cupcakes, with brown frosting, bent on frustrating its growth. These cupcakes are the drones of an enormous, aggressive, jack-booted blancmange, from which they emerge to snarl and bite at the edges. Even so, there is still some pie for me.
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