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   "'New employee - put his dinner in the microwave--had foil in   
   it--boom!' the manager says. Abkhazia had been part of the Soviet   
   f***ing Union. A new immigrant from Abkhazia trying to operate a   
   microwave was like a deep-sea tube worm doing brain surgery. Where   
   did they get these guys? Weren't there any Americans who could   
   bake a f***ing pizza?"   
      
   Well, first of all, I suspect a new immigrant from Abkhazia would   
   know how to use a microwave, but more to the point, this shows   
   that this whole anti-immigrant, why-are-they-taking-our-jobs thing   
   is not new.   
      
   "The LED readout on his windshield, which echoes the one on the   
   pizza box, flashes up: 20:00. They have just given the Deliverator   
   a twenty-minute-old pizza."   
      
   "He checks the address; it is twelve miles away."   
      
   What happened to metric?  In any case, the twelve miles is by   
   standard roads, and the reason the Deliverator thinks he can do it   
   is that while is would require *averaging* 72 miles an hour on   
   roads, he has a short cut in mind.   
      
   [-ecl]   
      
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                         Mark Leeper   
                         mleeper@optonline.net   
      
      
              As democracy is perfected, the [presidency] represents,   
              more and more closely, the inner soul of the people.   
              We move toward a lofty ideal.  On some great and   
              glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach   
              their heart's desire at last, and the White House will   
              be adorned by a downright moron.   
                                              --H.L. Mencken [1920]   
      
   --- SoupGate-DOS v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)