Such things as Republicans are made of.
When I was seven or so, I was invited to a birthday party. It wasn't for one of my friends, but for the younger brother of a friend.
I got a gift, and went to the party.
After the cake and ice cream, the party games, and the giving of the gifts, the party moved into one of those de-focused play and socializing periods that happens at kids' birthday parties.
The mother of the birthday boy was admiring the gift I had given him, and handed it to me to play with for a while. The birthday boy saw this from across the room, dashed over to me, yanked it out of my hand, and screeched at me that it was "MINE!".
That he had been playing with another group of toys in another group of party-goers mattered not at all. He was furious.
When this memory occurred to me not long ago, I thought: "I just bet that motherfucker grew up to be a Republican!"
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