My cabbie was an Arab, and in between his Arabic conversations with who the heck knows, he was pointing out the local scenery. It didn't seem to matter to him that I had told him I've been here before, he was having such fun-I couldn't stop him.
I got on a train to get to a Seeeekrit Undisclosed Location and saw a moving truck.
"Steve's Moving Truck and Songwriter".
I love it.
The young black couple on the train were making out in front of me while the another passenger asked me where I got my bag.
This is all in the space of a few hours.
When I think about even these isolated vignettes of America, it makes me even more outraged that Barack Obama, the first post-American president-is trying his best to destroy this great country.
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