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As the Reverend Jerry Falwell approached the large building that houses Democratic Party headquarters, he blinked in amazement at a vast array of signs plastered around the door: “Honk if You Went to Church This Week!” “Democrats for God, Mother, and Apple Pie,” and “Are You Running with Me, Lord?”

“Why, bless my soul if it isn’t the Reverend Jerry Falwell,” boomed the sonorous voice of Tip O’Neill, who appeared at the door of the building and ushered the portly clergyman inside. “So good of you to come all the way from Lynchburg, Virginia, to talk with me and Gerry and Walter and all the Democratic brethren!”

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As the Reverend Jerry Falwell approached the large building that houses Democratic Party headquarters, he blinked in amazement at a vast array of signs plastered around the door: “Honk if You Went to Church This Week!” “Democrats for God, Mother, and Apple Pie,” and “Are You Running with Me, Lord?”

“Why, bless my soul if it isn’t the Reverend Jerry Falwell,” boomed the sonorous voice of Tip O’Neill, who appeared at the door of the building and ushered the portly clergyman inside. “So good of you to come all the way from Lynchburg, Virginia, to talk with me and Gerry and Walter and all the Democratic brethren!”