Ladies and gentlemen, I give you your tax dollars at work:
As you can see, we have collected a small pile of naked “evildoers” and have arranged them in such a way as to prevent them from doing further harm or ever starting any eastern-tinged restaurants in our McDonald’s neighborhoods — thereby protecting the world from ghastly terror and helping to spread American ideals like group hooded nudity far and wide.
This is why I do not mind paying taxes.
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