Otherwise, you're just expressing righteous indignation, thereby helping solidify the very barriers between partisan camps that you were presumably hoping to breach.
But at the same time I had this massive, Old Testament-magnitude guilt about it, like I was doing something deeply, satanically wrong by looking at this stuff that you were presumably also getting off on.
"Everything you take back, you are presumably putting in your piggy bank".
You are, presumably, both young enough and solvent enough to turn your attention outwards from the family.
If you tune into a news program or read the hard news sections of a newspaper, you are presumably steeling yourself for potentially negative information.
After all, you're presumably doing the internship to improve your career prospects, and a paid internship shows your labour was valuable to the company.
As the ex-editor of Commentary magazine and a founder of the neoconservative movement, you're presumably sounding a note of disapproval in the title of your new book, "Why Are Jews Liberals?" It's more in sorrow than in anger.
As does his mock-memoir, in which think is spelled "fink", diarrhoea is termed "shooty arse", and you are presumably meant to place such Wildean turns of phrase as "smash 'er back doors in" in a big pair of inverted commas, and laugh in the manner of an amused ape.
As a professor at Princeton and America's foremost woman of letters, you're presumably aware that the title of your new short-story collection, "Dear Husband," could lead the reader to expect a tender remembrance of your longtime husband, who died last year.
Sure, when you retire abroad you are (presumably) in excellent health.
You're presumably supposed to raid the kitchen for vinegar and baking soda.
