I am blessed–or cursed–with an extremely precise mind. In our current age of imbecility, such a mind is probably more of a curse than a blessing. Indeed, I sometimes find it so much of a curse that I think it should be a compensable disability. I should receive a monthly allowance and be given a special sticker, to allow me to park far away from all the Hummers and muffler-less pick up trucks.
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