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William F. Buckley

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Now listen, you queer, stop calling me a crypto-Nazi, or I'll sock you in your goddamn face and you'll stay plastered.
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Responding to Gore Vidal's baiting language during debate over the 1968 Democratic National Committee riots on ABC News - YouTube video

 
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