You could call us elitist bastards or Obama supporters. Tonight's repast
includes Arugula in the salad, a fine Blue cheese, Stone Brew's Oaked
Arrogant Bastard, and we are trying to pronounce words correctly. I guess
that means we are not qualified to be president.
As we sink further into the abyss of anti-intellectualism.
I am in that bastion of liberals, Asheville, NC.
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