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like until yesterday nobody knew things were falling apart.
When I lived in Joisey, maybe every other month the Star-Ledger had a big story about dams reeady to go, road falling apart, bridges getting rusty, the aquifers draining, poisoned wells...
All ya hadda do was read the paper an you get the idea the whole place is about ready to slip into the Atlantic.
NYC, too. Didn't take much to find out about the ancient water tunnels and mains, or how the Williamsburg Bridge was rusting away to nothing. Potholes eating Toyotas and people faling through the sidewalks were common enough to not make the news every time it happened.
And you saw it in your town-- always something ready to break but never enough money to fix it before it broke.
There's always money for a new bridge, because that's spectacular and everyone gets bragging rights over it. No money to fix the old one, though, because that's boring and nobody notices anything that isn't new or broken.
There's just no glory in keeping things working right.
So, it ain't Bush that broke the bridge, it's the way we do things here, and Bush just fits right in.
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