It's a frequent refrain from US christers, the pernicious liberal backsliding corrupting their faith (self inflicted, btw) is a constant sensation of sand in their vaginas (metaphorically) and if only they could just roll the clock back far enough God would shower them with exaltedness or something.
I guess I'm not getting enough exaltedness either . . . .
I guess I'm not getting enough exaltedness either . . . .
The granting of a pardon is an imputation of guilt, and the acceptance a confession of it.