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Why I Could Never Run For President

Forget the small fact of my place of birth. I just ordered three vanilla petite scones at Starbucks. If that doesn’t make me an elite snooty pansy-ass un-American commie terrorist-lover, what would?

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Posted on May 8 2008 @ 2:33pmAuthor Andrew SullivanCategories The Dish

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