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I worked for a few years at a Borders in south Florida. Books by the Clintons, Michael Moore, Bill Maher, and Al Franken outsold the RW hate rags at least five to one (and there are MANY right wing screeds, they publish several a year). Ain't it funny that the closer you get to a place where knowledge is kept and coveted, the fewer rethugs exist? I don't think a damn person in that store supported the president, although a handful didn't jump ship until 2003. I bet you could go to a bookstore in the heart of south carolina and still be hard pressed to find a Bushbot on staff about now.
Rethugs, few as they were, were of course loud about it. When we sold out of the 8 copies of Swift Boats Veterans for Bullshit we had and told one useless rethug we could order him a copy instead, he said, "You sure you're not just hiding them somewhere til after the election?" We smiled and gave fake chuckles, but when we looked back, we saw he was serious. I actually had to tell that idiot, "Yeah, yeah I'm sure."
The only time that truly pissed me off was when our store was playing an international music CD and sitar music started playing on the overhead. An old woman came up to me and asked me who chooses the music. The corporate offices usually give a list of what's recommended to play, I told her that. She pointed upwards toward the speaker and said to me, "We're at war with these people!"
That's right. We're at war with Ravi Shankar. His soothing melodies hate America, God help us all.
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