I'm here, brother.
*double rimshot*
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Edit: Just had a spark of reasoning as I was pissing into the corner of a fly-infested plastic closet under a full moon. How romantic.
I think my problem with this whole topic is scale. You lofty academics are talking about these big numbers that, quite frankly, my cromag brain can't handle. Me dumdum. All I can think about is the faces of the people I've worked with. I guess that's where I get my stupid self-righteous from. It leaves me wondering where you guys get yours from. You talk about the 200,000 you've never seen. I talk about the dozen or so I've shook hands with.
And I get it: You can't make a shit sandwich into anything but a shit sandwich.
Other than voting for the next suitman that'll send us overseas, you guys help anybody?
Last edited by Plan9; 10-25-2010 at 11:29 AM..
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