I think that when we look out with our underfunded liabilities and our national debt over $14 trillion, I think if we are part of that movement to get our government spending under control, I think that would be a tremendous legacy to leave.
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- Author's profession: Politician
- Nationality: american
- Born: November 5, 1976
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