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jesus cimmaron. is there a shallowness contest on that i don't know about? why does no-one ever tell me about such things? damn it. sometimes i think the only reason memos exist is to be something that i am the last to get.
so on your first "argument"---you're an isolationist. that's been quaint since 1945. catch up.
you object to the expense of libya, but not so much to that of iraq and afghanistan seemingly. nor to that of the metastasis of the domestic surveillance apparatus since 2001. nor to the national-security state in general, with it's bloated outlays on shiny manly weapons systems. go figure.
but your real "argument" is you don't like obama. he talks too smooth and must be selling you some snake oil. well, i don't like lite beer: i think it tastes like nothing. and i don't like that voice-over guy who does all the hollywood trailers. he oversells things. i like chunky peanut butter. i like paper that makes my hand go all tingly when it runs over the surface.
so there. a lovely exchange of consumer preferences.
let's all hold hands and sing kumbaya.
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a gramophone its corrugated trumpet silver handle
spinning dog. such faithfulness it hear
it make you sick.
-kamau brathwaite
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