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It's funny how more than half of my bigoted so-called friends and some of my ex coworkers of mine have finally come out the closet. I remember the good old days when it was "Hi and Whats up". In light of of the elections we've talked politics, it was fun to agree to disagree( congrats to you guys, win some lose some, that's what makes this country great, the ability to make a choice)...moving on, I seen this phrase lately...if you don't like it get out "my country" or if you don't speak the language get up and go..that tickles me the most. Some go on to claim, that I'm half of this with a little of that, I'm Irish or Italian, Greek or Jew, my girl is Hispanic or even.....drumroll, black. As I hear this it transformed me into my new alter

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