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Jonathan Larson B. 2.4.1960 New York City / D. 1.25.1996 New York City Aortic aneurysm I had a strange experience tonight when I flitted off from PBS at Washington Week�s conclusion. I love Gwen Ifill.
Practicing my latest C-Span kick I wound up head-on with George W. Bush speaking in public, earlier today, at an economics club in Chicago which struck me as sort of small time considering his celebrity. I flinch first at his image and then at his barking. I turn down the sound, watch and see he�s really worked up a temper. I unmute, and learn it�s the public schools. He�s really angry at non-White Christian teachers, every Commie Dyke Darkie Jew one of them, keeping kids back. He doubts their work ethic; he abhors their sympathies. I warm to him; I hate them too. A Brighter Future for America.
Of course I don�t hate public school teachers, but what I�m trying to get at here is the president�s essentially limbic appeal to a lower common denominator than that with which one normally mixes while thinking; He�s got an edge.
not like the buzz Clinton could cause but more like a shadowy rush, suddenly dimming the background; what�s left to see looks very simple. We�re still making stuff and sending it off. Yes more nurses would be good. Dig the loose and confident carriage. Compared to anyone he�d be convincing.
I caught myself thinking George W. Bush met professional standards, just like I thought a long time ago in a high school auditorium where they were putting on a high school play: A Brighter Future for America. I catch a whiff of steroids. He�s just padding his clubs and activities list. The lockered hallways settle on me like an iron lung. Consolation Site: Tell your brother
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