Bruce has this thing about flipping polarity on people using their own words. It's probably not intended to be harmful, but he persists even when asked not to. It smacks of an evil psychic judo, playing silly-bugger-mirrors with people's minds, but it saves him the trouble of composing anything genuine.

W's intelligence, Bruce, is of a sort that has no place in the world of decent humans seeking to build a better future, because it is the sort that goes in reverse. It is not that he has none. He could not have accomplished what he has without considerable intelligence. But its deepest underpinnings are inverted, bass-ackward points of departure that color the entire cascade of reason therefrom the shade of spilled sewage.

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