The rider was robed all in black, and black was his lofty helm; yet this was no Nancgûl but a living man. The Lieutenant of the Tower of Barack-dûr he was, and his name is remembered in no tale; for he himself had forgotten it, and he said: 'I am the Mouth of Soros.'
... 'Is there any one in this rout with authority to treat with me?' he asked. 'Or indeed with wit to understand me? Not thou at least!' he mocked, turning to Palin with scorn. 'It needs more to make a queen than a pair of Alaskan boots, or a rabble such as this. Why, any Teabagger of the web can show as good a following!'
Palin said naught in answer, but she took the other's eye and held it, and for a moment they strove thus; but soon, though Sarah did not stir nor move hand to weapon, the other quailed and gave back as if menaced with a blow. 'I am a Hussein and President, and may not be assailed!' he cried.
'Where such laws hold,' said Limbaugh, 'it is also the custom for Presidents to use less insolence.'
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