You would think that we could have maybe a day or two respite from politicking, but no. Earlier today, as I was walking to Border’s to buy the audio mash note from my gal-pal Lucinda Williams, I passed a street corner exhibit denouncing the Wall Street bailout. I had just glimpsed the name “LaRouche” on the placard when the young man at the exhibit offered me a leaflet and asked, “Have you heard about the coming crash?” I made sure he saw me roll my eyes but did not stop.
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