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No Iron Frist?

Some of the Kool-Aid drinkers in his orbit must be on suicide watch. Sort of like that scene in Excalibur where Lancelot discovers Arthur has left his sword behind and exclaims something like: “The King without his sword! The land without its king!” and then goes running off bonkers into the woods. I can imagine some Fristian Lancelots screaming (with a thick Tennessee accent), “America without its Healer!”


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