You know, as sailor-like as my casual vocab can be, I try to refrain from anything too shocking here... but sometimes only big kid words will do.
When Elie Wiesel is accosted by a Holocaust denier who probably wasn't a smutty thought on his daddy's mind when WWII took place, it's just such a time: What the fuck?
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