![]() The clubhouse sits above a salon, a humble storefront, and an awning advertising the Gupta Watch company. Yesterday, minutes after Trump’s appearance before a Manhattan judge, I tailgated past security, behind a delivery man who had been buzzed in to deliver tubs of Chinese food to the New York Young Republicans at their clubhouse in NoMad. This tremendous connection threatens the established order.” “His soul is totally bonded with our core values and emotions, and he is our total and indisputable champion. “President Trump embodies the American people-our psyche from id to super-ego-as does no other figure,” wrote the club’s vice president, Nathan Berger, 32. Last week, the New York Young Republican Club posted a statement about former President Donald Trump’s indictment and hailed its own one-termer in terms normally reserved for deities and kings. These ones seem more plausible in light of recent events. Some lies are obvious even at the time but somehow become less so in retrospect. Yeaaaah when we were young.In the 1990s, The New Republic and other magazines published, under the byline of the pathological fabricator Stephen Glass, a series of lies about Republicans: that a group of them worshipped at a literal “First Church of George Herbert Walker Christ” and considered the one-term president a messiah that young Republicans would, when the bowtie-wearing portion of their conventions concluded, cut loose and put on orgies. When we were young, there was no battle song! Sweet songs were sung, when we were young! When we were young, we shared the hopes and dreams! Yeah when we were young, there was no damage done! I hoped that someday I, I will return the light, you ignited inside! Now were old and grey, but I know that some day I, I will march on home.to when we were young. Thoughts of you swirled on through, nothing like the light in some ones eyes, to make you feel alive. Souls tarnished and the memories faded, but our hearts stayed strong as we marched for so long. Lives went by like the storm inside, we destroyed our selves with help of no one else. When we were young, there was no battle song! Sweet songs were sung, when we were young! When we were young, we shared the hopes and dreams! Yeah they were stitched into every seam! When we were young, there was no damage done. You told me it was all, just okay, made me think the clouds went away, and when the light shined bright, we saw there was no freight! When we were young.when we were young. ![]() We stayed inside, found a place to hide, and for the first time there, I was so scared. And when the sky turned grey, we wouldn’t cry away the day. We forgot yesterday, in the play by play, focused to much on tomorrow instead of living for today. When we were young, there was no battle song! Sweet songs were sung, when we were young! When we were young, we shared the hopes and dreams, stitched into every seam! When we were young, there was no damage done. We will return again, to the days OF when, when used to run, before the damage was done, to DAYS OF WHEN we used to hide, pretending it all be alright. The nightmares we shared have all disappeared, and the memories are all but bitter sweet. When the nights are long, and the hell we’ve done is cold and strong, and when the hate we feel, is no more then real. ![]()
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