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So, Assemblymember Grace Meng seems like an admirable candidate, particularly when her victory would ensure that I won't be forced to vote for Lancman (although I'll admit the luminous transparency of his lurch to the left for the purposes of this campaign has been as amusing as I'm going to find that sort of thing in the wake of the 2008 primaries, particularly sitting on the fluffy pillow of his endorsement by Ed Koch). In any case, I would have no trouble voting for Ms. Meng, with the possible exception of the fact that Ms. Meng's campaign apparatus is sorely tempting me pretty much daily to stay home on primary day. So far, we've had the canvasser who came to my door, would not take no for an answer, visibly lost his temper when I declined to discuss the election with him, and demanded to speak to my husband; the (this is not hyperbole) dozens of hangup calls from her campaign; and the six calls where I actually spoke to an operator and asked them to take my name off of their list (of course, that didn't work when I contacted their campaign directly to ask them to do it, so I don't know what I was thinking). Sorry, had to go answer the phone. It was Ms. Meng's campaign. Which, I think, unless they have unlimited funds budgeted for discouraging yellow dog frequent primary voters from voting for their candidate, might want to consider a slightly more responsive phone banking operation. For the record, my husband, whose opinion appears to be highly coveted in all this, agrees.
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and the sign said the words of the prophets are written by bloodthirsty lunatics"We will definitely not burn the Quran, no," Pastor Terry Jones of Florida told NBC.
"Not today, not ever," he said when pressed whether his planned demonstration might happen at a later date.
He explained that it would not happen even if the Islamic center is built near ground zero, NBC reported.
"Even though we have not burned one Quran, we have gotten over 100 death threats," Jones said.
"We feel that God is telling us to stop... 9/11 greetings and welcome back to New York, apparently the only place in America where outside considerations trump (as it were) the right to unfettered property development. We always appreciate your brief biennial flurry of giving a shit about us (although I suspect our first responders would probably prefer that you find some other way to express it). We've marked our calendars for 2012, when I understand another national election is being held. Nec audiendi qui solent dicere, Vox populi, vox Dei, quum tumultuositas vulgi semper insaniae proxima sit. * And those people should not be listened to who keep saying the voice of the people is the voice of God, since the riotousness of the crowd is always very close to madness.
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So it's the holidays, and you've decided voluntarily to spend them in Manhattan for some obscure reason that reason knows not of, and maybe it's started to filter through the misty fogs that surround you that people are kind of looking at you funny. Naturally this is because we New Yorkers all suck immoderately and just don't have that holiday spirit you brought with you (the elves set up the decorations while we're skipping the Thanksgiving parade). Still, we have our little folkways, and it makes us as close to cheerful as we get, miserable bastards that we are, if you observe them. It has become clear to me this past week that nobody is providing you guys with the list. 5. We keep to the right when we're walking. It's just like driving, but with feet. This makes it far less likely that someone is going to collide with you when you stop dead in the middle of the flow of traffic to look at the shiny electronic equipment, which, I agree, is much more exciting than the identical electronic equipment in the branch of the same store in your local mall. 4. It's touching, it really is, how much you guys want to be together, and better people than we would just smile and enjoy the sight of you walking four across with your arms linked and taking up the entire sidewalk. Unfortunately, they don't live here. 3. Aw, you finally got to Century 21, and there was a sale on inflatable toolsheds in the basement, and now you have to get them back to your hotel. Amongst the places on public transportation you might want to consider not resting them: the seat next to you, and between the door a carful of people are trying to use to get on and off the train for work-related reasons and that big empty middle part where most of the space is. 2. Look up, and then to your left and right. Can the space you're standing in be described as a portal of some kind? Perhaps there are stairs leading to it, or a turnstile, or some form of delineation between the space you started in and the space you're heading toward? This often serves as a source of inspiration for our visiting brethren from elsewhere. Maybe it's the heady sense of endless possibility. All the same, we'd really, really appreciate it if you could summon up the continence to take a few steps out of the direct portal area before you come to a screeching halt and share your shining epiphany with the group. and in first place, it's a tie between 1a. I swear to you with all my heart, still in the original wrapping, it's truly not the last elevator out of Saigon. and 1b. Point B is a fixed point, and the shortest distance to it is not a sine wave. Happy holidays. Enjoy the tree. 
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