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i used to love europeans. in fact i thought i was one. but now that i cannot walk into any store, i mean bed bath and beyond - really - and not hear every 3rd customer speaking french, spanish, italian or a variant of an english accent, i HATE them. it is impossible to walk down 5 ave from the park to 42nd street without feeling like travis bickle.

for the time being i repair to scranton, pa to help elect barack obama, who mostly people have never heard of, but the "hillary sent me" button and a fair knowledge of the catechism is working miracles. or maybe it's just congress.

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