I love when I walk out of the Union Square Station I see a bunch of hippies selling Obama pins, tee shirts, dog shirts, baseball caps, and I smell incense wafting from subway grids and lunch benches. Welcome to New York City, a bunch of liberals. Clearly, you're outnumbered so get your ass back to the farms where people actually give a shit about what you have to say on politicians basing their campaigns around lies and failed policies.
Now I will quote The Kills, off their album Midnight Boom, "Tape Song"
"Tape ain't gonna fix it honey
it ain't gonna stick
tape ain't gonna fix it honey
it ain't gonna stick to you
six kinds of glue
won't hold you, won't hold you
You gotta go steal ahead"
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