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April 05, 2004

I Weep For Our Future

A conversation between myself and the UNH student who made my sandwich at lunch time, partially as it happened and partially conceptualized:


"Yeah, I'd like half a smoked turkey on Italian twist bread with honey mustard and red onions."
"Uh, whoa, man, so you want a turkey sandwich..."
"No, smoked turkey."
"OK, smoked turkey, and that was on what kind of bread..."
"Italian twist, with honey mustard and red onions."
"OK, mustard and red onions..."
"Honey mustard. And that was a half sandwich, right?"
"Right... so what kind of bread was that on..."
"Italian twist, and by the way, can you tell me Governor Dean's position on health care?"
"Dude, Governor Dean believes that, like, everyone should be able to get affordable healthcare because, like, it's really bad when people have to go without healthcare because it's, like, a fundamental right of all Americans. So do you want mustard on that?"
"Honey mustard. And red onions. Also, what do you think about the war in Iraq?"
"Bush lied, dude. The whole war was just a big lie to, like, divert attention from that fact that Bush's policies are, like, wrecking the economy and just, like, benefitting the wealthiest Americans and that they can't find bin Laden in spite of the, like, billions of dollars they spent bombing Afghanistan. You want lettuce and tomato on that?"
"No. So, in general, you would not consider yourself to be an adherent to supply side economic theory, inasmuch as you believe that long term economic growth is not enhanced by a regressive approach to taxation?"
"Ummm... is that for here or to go?"
"To go. Thanks."
"Dude, Anyone But Bush!"

Posted by Dan at April 5, 2004 12:56 PM

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