June 23, 2008

The Witches of Gloucester

Now the story can finally be told about the witches coven in Massachusetts that is having all the babies.  A whole gang of teenage girls in the fishing village of Gloucester went out and got pregnant at the same time.  They signed a written vow to raise their babies together.

I say, "Go, Girl!"  The Catholic church has been insisting on Right to Life for a long time, so they must be thrilled.  The only problem is, a 14 year-old girl decides to keep the baby, guess who ends up footing the bill?  Catholic Services ha-ha!

Unfortunately, if you live in a depressed hick area, everything you know about life you learn from watching those execrable hick TV stations that they got out there in Flyover Cuntry.  Jerry Springer is king out there, and so are the celebrity shows.  And what does one see on the celebrity show?  Angelina Jolie with her current load of babies.  Britney Spears and her babies.  Anna Nicole Smith's baby.  Madonna's babies. Paris Hilton said she wants some babies too, but her crotch is so diseased and infested with bedbugs and maggots that nobody wants to stick his little pole inside and help her out. The Tori and Dean Show poster on the side of the city bus has got him strapped to a baby while she's got another bun baking in the oven.

Babies, babies, babies everywhere you look there's freakin babies!  Where's Alice Cooper and his pitchfork now that we need him?

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But if you think those girls from Gloucester MA were taken in by this boring load of dreary bollocks, you're dead wrong.  What is Gloucester near?  Foxboro MA, where the Patriots play.  Oh yeah!  What else is it near?  How about Salem MA, which is famous for witches and witchburnings.

These girls are part of a diabolical plot by Freako-Nazi Belichick to use the Forces of Evil to take over football and make it into a sport of zombies.  He figures, if he can make the NFL the entry point for the demons of hell to infiltrate America so he can hypnotize us into believing that Satan is the Supreme Quarterback, and just like those dummy broads, we will go over to whatever we see on TV.

That is why he personally impregnated every single one of those girls at a witches' coven in Salem.  And let me tell you, he must have got a huge load of steroids from Roger Clemens to do this performance, because 14 year-old girls expect to get their spine rolled, and ol' grampa Belichick is not up to that kind of ball delivery.

Belichick's plan is to bring these kids up to be the most horrible, nasty football players outside of jail, and he intends to get them so wired on steroids and reefer that they will turn into the worst, most soulless bone-crushing thugs that ever ran a ball.

In this he is helped by the witches incantations that they invoked over the bellies of each one of those expectant mothers, meaning that these muthers will be able to FLY!

And we'll be sitting there like a bunch of bear-guzzling drunks, saying, "Oh spit, I gotta get with this team!"  As a result, Belichick will get elected president.  And the first thing he'll do when he gets elected is to sign the whole country over to Satan.

[No way, Bill, are you going to get me to sell out America for a couple of flying wide receivers.  OK?]

Now, the only person in America who can save this country is Senator Arlen Spector of Pennsylvania.  He has already been investigating Bill Belichick.  Spector knows a conspiracy when he sees one.  He's the guy who developed the single-bullet conspiracy after the Kennedy assassination of 1963 (just to show you how long this ancient relic has been laying around.  He should be in the freakin Smithsonian Institution next to the dinosaur).  This theory held that one bullet passed through nine different guys.  If that ain't amazing enough, he's still got the bullet.

This Spector dude is as big of a freak as Belichick.  I can't figure out why he is not in the Batman movies, playing himself.

Now, what Spector has to do is shoot Belichick with the Magic Bullet, after fighting him on the roof of a moving subway car.  Then The Incredible Hulk can throw him into outer space.  And the world will be saved.

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June 16, 2008

The Spanish Inquisition

If a tree falls in the forest and nobody is there to hear it fall, does it make a noise?

If the Mets assemble the greatest team in baseball, and there is nobody in the news media who speaks Spanish to interview its stars, do they exist?

One of the great genius sports writers who covers the Mets recently complained in his column that if he wanted an interview with the team, David Wright and Billy Wagner were the only English-speaking players he could communicate with.

Now with all that loot that The Post is raking in, taking kickbacks from the Dolan family and from the big banks and insurance companies to bury Hillary Clinton, you'd think that they could afford to hire a sportswriter who speaks a little Spanish, but ooooooohhhh noooooo! those knuckleheads evidently can't imagine anyone would care what's on the minds of some of New York's star attractions.

OK, these players are not Shakespearean actors or nuclear scientists.  The conversation, if there was any, would be about dirty sliders, missed opportunities, batting slumps and all the other sundry, mundane details that compose a ballplayer's universe.

But sometimes the great historical wisdom of the ages is expressed in simple, childlike terms, as in the fables of Aesop and Lafontaine, or the histories of Hansl and Gretl and Cinderella, that were transformed into great operas and ballets.  No one ballplayer is a fount of cultural wisdom (maybe Yogi Berra or Casey Stengel), but all the cumulative wisdom of all those great athletic heroes certainly has as much relevance and impact on human civilization as any hot air emanating from the supposed centers of power and culture.

This country is filling up with foreign immigrants at a breathtaking pace, and we welcome them because, actually, our geographical landmass has the capacity to support a much larger population, and in the future a country that has aspirations of greatness, like we do, is going to need an immense population to compete with the other superstates.  Europe is now at 450 million paying customers, not to mention China, India, Brazil, etc.

This great wealth of population can be expected to make many great contributions to our culture, but these contributions will be of an exotic variety.  These people will never be real Americans in the sense that we understand it.  That is because they will never understand baseball.

Baseball is one of the greatest manifestations of culture that America has endowed upon the world.  It is a game of wisdom and patience, of grace and suspense and speed, of balletic precision and acrobatic attainment.  Baseball relies upon throwing more than any other game in the world.  Everybody has to be able to throw, not just the quarterback.  No other game places so much emphasis upon throwing.  Americans are rocket people.

The rules and terminology of baseball are so arcane and obscure that they have to be learned at a very young age, like French, and the older you get the more the facility slips away from you.  For an adult foreigner to learn to watch baseball (never mind to learn to play it) is an absolute impossibility.  That's how they used to catch nazi spies during World War II.  The guy might sound legitimate, but if he didn't know Tinkers to Evers to Chance, lock him up! 

 I'll tell you the worst - did you ever go to a baseball game with a foreigner?  Talk about misery:

"Why do they call it a Texas League single?  Is he from Texas?"

"If the batter is allowed to hit as many foul balls as he wants, why did he just strike out?"

"Because that was a bunt."

"What's a bunt?"

The worst experience was when I tried to comfort this foreign guy for something he did wrong.  I said, "Even Babe Ruth used to strike out."  The guy said, "Who's Babe Ruth."

Oy vey!

So, there is no way you can be a Real American if you don't know baseball, OK?  I hope I established that fact.

But in this we are joined by our Latin American cousins, who learned the arcane beauties of the game from us.  Santo Domingo, Cuba, Venezuela, Panama, Mexico have embraced the game with the same depth of emotion that they ordinarily reserve for the Pope or Gloria Trevi.  They bring to the game a base of machismo and athletic prowess that are the perfect complements of our own, and with a glorious passion for sport that is entirely their inspiration.

There is not enough band width in cyberspace to enumerate all the great Latin Players who have enriched the game.  Let me just quote you a couple of names: Johann Santana, Pedro Martinez, Carlos Beltran, Carlos Delgado, Jose Reyes.  Reyes is my favorite player.  He is like a sparkplug with a firecracker attached to it.  One game recently he hit two triples and then followed up by almost getting an inside-the-field homerun.  Reyes attacks the game like a starving man plowing through a Big Mac.

Spanish people are fiends when it comes to baseball.  You go to a game in the DR, which has had an organized baseball league since 1908, and they have a meringue band in the center field bleachers for between innings.  The fans bring conga drums and flags, and the vendors sell pina coladas.  When a player makes a great play, the place erupts like a bullfight.  That's what I'm talking about, folks, emotion!

Take Mets pitcher Orlando Hernandez.  When he winds up and throws that wild kick in the air, he looks like a wild tropical bird on a rock at the beach in Cancun.  What Anglo-Saxon pitcher would adopt such a wild delivery?  The coaches and the other players would browbeat it out of him.  "Forget the kick," they would tell him, "You don't need it."  Look at all the grief they give Joba Chamberlain for the dopey little arm pump that he likes to do when he strikes out a batter.  America does not appreciate irrational exuberance of surfeit expressions of style.  Latin baseball has contributed a wild love of life to the game the same way their soccer has revolutionized that sport.

How did Hernandez get that kick?  We don't know, because no sportswriter has enough Spanish to ask him.  Not that the answer would be that illuminating.  "I kick high because it helps me throw harder."  Well, a gold mine rarely consists of a two-ton boulder of gold.  It usually comes from the cumulative weight of zillions of tiny grains of gold, and that's what Mets fans are missing out on.

So it's a terrible tragedy that the players can't talk to the fans to give them their point of view about batting and fielding grounders, training tips and injuries, all because the sportswriters are to ignorant to interview 90% of the team.  It's not because they are taciturn.  Spanish people love to talk about baseball.  It's the sportswriters.  Billy Wagner and David Wright are very important players and very intelligent guys, but how is a fan ever going to really have any feeling for the Mets if many of the team's most important stars are ignored by the press?
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June 12, 2008

BIG BROWN

It’s an unfortunate omen for Barack Obama that he was awarded the Democratic nomination the same week Big Brown crapped out at Belmont. I say Obama was awarded the nomination because he didn’t win it. Hillary Clinton beat him hands down in every big primary except Illinois. Obama was carried forward by a children’s crusade in the caucus states, which have very little to do with big-time politics. She was browbeaten into conceding even though she was ahead in the popular vote.

Clinton could have gone forward to the convention and insisted that the full convention vote on whether or not to seat the Florida and Michigan delegations, and she would have won that vote too. She could have ripped the nomination from Obama the same as you rip a newborn from a mother’s breast, but it would have been too distasteful (not for me). The whole party ganged up on her, not to mention the media. The media, as we all know is in the pay of the big Republican interests. The party is so sure of beating McCain that they would prefer to have an easy mark to push around in the White House, who owes them, instead of having the Clintons, who would run them. If Obama gets elected, which is not a foregone conclusion considering the polls showing white voters going over to McCain, he is going to owe everything to the party apparatus.

If he gets elected. Even with Bush’s shit record and the economy in the garbage can, not to mention Katrina, WTC, Iraq, an Obama victory is nowhere near being a foregone conclusion. He doesn’t stand a chance of winning in the redneck states, which were easy bait for Hillary Clinton. People may be sickened by the Republicans’ wicked thievery, incompetence and hypocrisy, but the electorate has an overall favorable opinion of McCain, and they know how to split their vote. McCain could conceivably be swept into office on the coattails of a massive Democratic sweep of Congress, the same way the garbage gets swept in to dock in the wake of the Staten Island Ferry.

And that’s not even counting the millions of Democrats like myself who are repulsed by the whole Obama cult. If this Obama does not win, there are going to be evil repercussions inside the party, and a putsch to get rid of the dorks who helped him knock off Hillary Clinton. It’s going to be The Night of the Knives.

This whole situation brings to mind the Aesop fable of the dog with the bone, who, seeing his reflection in the water lunges at the bone in the water and loses the real one out of stupidity. Because the Democratic Party, partly because of listening to wicked advice, decided to buy a pig in a poke instead of going with a sure winner. We were this close to a social revolution, and we ended up buying a bill of goods.

At the same time that the Democratic Party was jettisoning a sure winner in favor of what appears at best to be a dicey proposition, one of Obama’s main pillars of support, The New York Post, was hyping another one of its star picks, Big Brown, to be the first triple crown winner in 30 years. Every day The Post provided wall-to-wall coverage of the horse, including his diet, training regimen, drug history and adoring, suitable-for-framing portrait photos of his little horsey butt.

Naturally, Big Brown finished dead last at Belmont, which must have made a lot of bookmakers happy, and I have no doubt that these bookies made sure to spread some of that largesse in the direction of The Post’s team of hungry sports “journalists”. Big Brown is not the only bag of bones to receive The Post’s official imprimatur. Last fall I wrote about a marvelous piece of betting misinformation emanating from that rag when it favored the lowly Jets over the top-rated Cowboys by a wide spread. Naturally, the Jets tanked too, enriching gambling operators throughout the tri-state empire.

Anybody who lets The Post do their thinking for them is an imbecile, and that extends to its political coverage. The Post backs losers as a matter of course.But it’s not because they’re stoopid. Oh no, they’re not stoopid at all! (we’re the ones stoopid, because we’re the ones who are eating their garbage)The Post backs losers because it pays well.

Back the Jets against the Cowboys and you get paid by the bookies. Promote a glue factory prospect like Big Brown and you get paid by the bookies. It’s really hard to figure out, isn’t it?

Back Barack Obama against Hillary Clinton and you get paid by AIG and the big banks and insurance combines. And we’re talking REAL MONEY here. AIG can cough up some serious dough. No wonder every day since February The Post was screaming for her to get out of the race.

History is going to judge Barack Obama very harshly. Like Othello, he listened to bad advice and jumped the gun, and Obama has literally turned back the clock on history. His big weakness is real estate. He got a good deal on a house in Hyde Park from convicted racketeer Tony Rezko. Now, one of his top advisors, who’s supposed to be recruiting a vice-president for him, turns out to have been paid off by Angelo Mozilo of Countrywide Home Finance, who is up to his neck in mortgage fraud. What kind of vice-president is this turkey likely to propose?

Moonbeam Barack Obama and his friends have already committed more stealing and gangsterism than Hillary Clinton did in 30 years in politics, and if you don’t believe me, remember, the Republicans spent millions of bucks and years of time going through her finances with a fine-tooth comb, ultimately coming up empty.

Now that The Post has gotten Hillary Clinton out of the way, they are going to go after their tomato can, Obama, the same way, just like I pictured it. The end result is going to resemble an internet car crash photo, only smashed up against the windshield is going to be American society.
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June 08, 2008

Cry Me A River!

What man alive

Will yet survive

To tell the glorious tale

Of New York City baseball

[hack hack cough cough puke puke - not me!]

Willie Randolph died for your sins.  He didn't die yet, but he will soon.  This is the story of the captain who went down without the ship.

Actually, the Mets have got a better team than the Yanks, who are really stale.  Jose Reyes is the most exciting player in baseball.  David Wright, Ryan Church, Johann Santana, Beltran, Delgado, etc.  Wright hits the long ball as far as A-Rod, and he doesn't even to wear a pair of ladies' panties to help him!

Mets fans are not letting them off the hook.  If you don't earn your big check, they send you to freakin hell.  If you consider the accumulated power of the Mets, and all that talent and money that they are being paid, they should freakin own baseball.  The same with the Yanks, only more so!

So why are these two teams perpetually crapping out?

color="#993300">It's not the technical ability of the players that's in question.  Every single one of these guys is a monster.  The answer must lie in the inspirational power of their leadership to get the most out of them.  Great endeavors always start at the top, like Napoleon Bonaparte or General George S. Patton.  It's a combination of inspiration, technical ability and the power to motivate players to give their last ounce of effort.  Never mind Willie Randolph, though he is pathetic enough.  What about Joe Girardi?  Where was he when Giambi and all those other freaks were dancing around the locker room in their tippy-toes like a bunch of freakin fairies, wearing ladies' panties?

What if Field Marshal Montgomery had found his soldiers dancing around in the bunker at the battle of El Alamein wearing women's panties?  HE WOULD HAVE SHOT THEM HIMSELF!

I mean, no wonder the Mets and the Yanks are losing games that they should be winning.  Somewhere in the whole world of baseball, and that means overseas too, there must be some managerial talent who is capable of forging these players into an effective unit.

The obvious place to scout for managerial talent would be a country which has sent us so many star players of sterling quality - Japan.  Maybe a health dose of group calesthetiques and bowing to the American flag would help to bind all these free agents together as a team.

But the same as General Motors and Ford losing out, the Yanks and Mets are punting (excuse the mixed metaphor) because of sloth and lack of effective action at the top echelon.  Management entails conceiving a coherent business model and then enforcing it on your executives.  It's work!  That's why President Bill Clinton succeeded with his initiatives (insofar as the Republican congressional majority would permit him to) and George Bush failed because he had no ideas and exerted no effort.

Why is it that the Miami Marlins and Arizona Diamondbacks, both of which teams have a collective payroll of less than what A-Rod pulls down, continually field contending teams year after year?  Because they have a business model of finding excellent young players who are willing to work their hearts out for less money, and are willing to work as a team.

That entails hounding the corporate managers and agents to continually scour the world in search of talent in out-of-the-way locations.  It entails a continual cost reduction campaign.

Compare that with the Yankees, who load up the team with expensive star power and just keep raising ticket prices to even it out.

New York fans are accustomed to having big stars, so they might not tolerate paying big money to watch a bunch of hungry unknown players, even if they were winning.  But that's beside the point, which is that if New York is not winning championships, it's not the fault of the players, it's the owners.
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June 07, 2008

Hillary Clinton's Concession Speech

I want to thank all the people who voted for me. You did the right thing.

I could beat McCain hands down. He’s a paper tiger. He has to run on Bush’s record, and with the stinking economy and $5.00 gas, he’s a sitting duck.

Unfortunately for me and my supporters, the Democratic Party sees it that way also. They figure they can put up their dream candidate, Barack Obama, who would never stand a chance against a strong Republican Party, and he’ll still win.

Look at it this way: after eight years of Bush, the whole world is wondering if we still got what it takes. For a woman or a black person to get in, after all the problems that we got, will send a clear message to the rest of the world that American people have got what it takes, in spades.

Now a lot of people are comparing Barack Obama’s record with mine.  They say, OK, Barack Obama has never done spit, but neither has Hillary.

Oh yeah, I never did nothing! We won’t even talk about my activist life as a kid. I held Bill Clinton up for ten years as governor of Arkansas, where the governor is up for reelection every two years, and where Bill got thrown out for raising license plate fees by a couple of bucks.

Every day sweating it out if he was going to hold on, because, believe me, electoral politics is a crap shoot. There’s no big market for ex-Arkansas governors. Running for politics, you got about as much chance as a kid who goes to Hollywood to be a star.

Then we had to fight to get him in the White House, and then fight to keep him in there, even when the vast right-wing conspiracy was trying to get us impeached and even indicted!

And they I went ahead and got elected on my own. And not just in some cheesy, backwater cowtown. I went for the BIGGIE, New York, where if you can make it there you can make it anywhere!

Then I ran for president and I won every single important state except Illinois, and I should have won that too!

So don’t tell me I don’t have a record! Bill Clinton has the dick, but I have got the balls. And why we’re on the subject of balls, don’t break mine about stoopid sniper fire in Bosnia. You think I remember every little thing, with all the stuff I’ve been into? I remember they told us to sit on top of our flack jackets while we were in the helicopter so that we wouldn’t end up getting an M-80 up the kazoo. That’s what I remember, OK? Geez!

But let’s get back to Barack Obama. We’re going to do everything we can to get him elected. The black electorate has always been good Democrats, and they are presenting us a very good guy, and America to a certain extent owes it to them to let them exert their political influence.

This Obama is a freak job from outer space, and his supporters are all nut cases. As usual, our country is not capable of playing it straight under any set of circumstances. But that’s not necessarily a bad thing. We’ve survived freaks and nut jobs before. It’s possible that an Obama presidency would actually increase our stature overseas. Look at the interest this election has stimulated in every country all over the world.  The people in all those other countries are more wrapped up in our politics than we are. They care more about our politics than they do about their own country. Let me ask you this: how many of you out there know who is the president of Canada or Mexico? Nobody, right? But they all know who we are, and that’s what makes us so fantastic as a people – even when we fuck up, the rest of the world still can’t get enough of us.

And we’re not running out of oddball nuts to put up anytime soon. Soon Chelsea will be old enough to run for office, and after her maybe we’ll put up our dog, Buddy.

But in the meantime, let’s all get behind our brother Barack Obama. Nobody in Chicago has anything but good things to say about him, and that’s good enough for me.

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June 01, 2008

Somebody Lend Me A Hand

I have never been much for rubbernecking other people’s misery. When the World Trade Center was bombed I was working only one block away, at 39 Broadway, and I went home that day covered in that mess, but I never walked over to see Ground Zero until a couple of years later, when I was called for a job in the adjacent World Financial Center.

I saw the site of the crane collapse on 51^st St. the day after it happened because the express bus taking me down to Wall St. happened to pass by. When I first came to New York, in the 1980s, I lived one block away. Anyway, that scene was grotesque enough, let me tell you, with the cab and crane tower lying in the middle of a collapsed apartment building, looking like a set from a science fiction movie.

You’re never safe in New York. My downstairs neighbor when I lived on 83^rd St. got hit in the head by a flying chunk of a luxury condo under construction on 85^th St., which knocked her out cold. A girl from my gym was speedwalking in the bicycle lane in Central Park when a cab driver crossed over into the bike lane and hit her from behind, sending her flying 20 feet.

One time my girlfriend, Magpie, and I were drinking margaritas in Arriba Arriba whena stereo speaker dislodged from the ceiling, falling on her and breaking her foot. Thank God, it didn’t hit her head, because it was a very heavy piece of equipment.

I myself boarded the York Avenue bus to go to work one day in 2005. Before I was able to reach my seat, the bus driver unexpectedly jammed the accelerator and then instantly hit the brake, sending me flying. My arm hit one of the metal armrests, and it broke my forearm. I had to have an operation to set the broken bone, and I was in a cast for six months, in unbelievable agony. The case goes to court this summer.

And that’s just me and a few of the people I know. New York is filled with millions of victims, walking wounded, victims of a shit infrastructure and badly skilled workers.

I can’t address everything that is happening in New York. I am only one person. But these recurring construction accidents, with fires breaking out at construction sites and the firemen arriving to find that the standpipe was disconnected, hence no water; cranes collapsing; tons of material breaking loose and falling on people; scaffolds collapsing, well that is actually a rather easy problem to address.

For years, I have been complaining that there are relatively few persons in this country who know how to perform any manual functions. All the good manufacturing jobs have been outsourced to the orient, leaving a nation of computer mouse pushers. I have often written half in jest that Americans’ hands would eventually atrophy and fall off from disuse.

Unfortunately, this unfortunate attitude of manual labor being a degrading condition is now visiting its legacy on us. People don’t know how to work anymore. Remember the bridge collapse in Minneapolis, or the tunnel collapse in Boston, where the ceiling of a brand new highway tunnel dislodged and crushed a family that just happened to be innocently driving through?

Engineering and skilled labor are not degrading and low-end careers, but they have been made into them by our distorted value system. There is no national program to promote these functions. But it doesn’t have to be that way. In South Korea they have built a national infrastructure for building industrial capacity, and it has paid off. That country excels in shipbuilding, engineering and small- and medium-sized manufacturing. South Korea is also exporting skilled labor for contract work on engineering projects worldwide.

Skilled people are at a premium, and nowhere more than here. We’re already importing labor to fill the nasty, low-end jobs, and we’re bringing in educated people for the brain functions. Now we’re going to have to bring in skilled help so that the whole place doesn’t completely cave in around our ears.

Let me give you an example of how woefully difficult it is to find anybody who is capable of bringing to bear any talents other than what are laughably referred to as “social skills.”

I got hired by a huge law firm to work on a document production job relating to a big French multinational being sued by an American private equity firm. To get the job, you had to be admitted to the bar or a paralegal background, and you had to speak French. The only Americans they were able to find were me and a couple of female attorneys who are of Haitian background. Every single other person related to the project was a foreigner; Haitians, West Africans, French nationals and Canadians.

I was the only person in the freakin place who knew where Broadway was!

Now, I’m still working there because they need somebody to translate French documents into plain English for the firm’s associate attorneys and partners to read. The reason I managed to snare this plum assignment is because no one of these Frenchmen are capable of writing English. So here you got English who don’t speak French and French-speakers who can’t write English. In addition, I’m the only one who can format the documents to look like the original because I have Microsoft office skills like PowerPoint and Advanced Word and Excel. Hell, most of these attorneys can hardly even type their names.

The point is, how can we expect to compete in world markets when you can’t even find anybody in New York City who knows French?We can’t even have decent commercial relations with France, which is the world’s fifth largest economy in the world, and a major industrial powerhouse (France is even bigger than that because they were the originators of the European Union, which now boasts 377 million paying customers, and they were the original motivators of the now-all powerful euro). This country has been on an anti-French binge for years, thanks to the Republicans. As a result, I am one of the last French-speaking Americans in the whole country. I stuck with the French language and culture because I like the way they live. Right now, there is not much culture coming out of France because like the rest of the world, they are going through a historical period of cultural hibernation, but the language is still worth knowing for the commercial possibilities it presents. My reward it that the French language landed me in a job where I am performing a very desirable function. Right on!

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