Antenna (antennapedia) wrote,
Antenna
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Dear local politicians

Having Rudy Giuliani robo-call me does not make me want to vote for you. Having Rudy Giuliani robo-call me sends me into paroxysms of rage. Shall I explain why?

1) Robo-calls send me into fits of rage to begin with.
2) Giuliani is not from our fucking state.
3) It's shameless 9-11 exploitation.
4) Robo-calls send me into fits of rage.
5) In case you hadn't figured it out from our voter registrations and our donation habits, we will vote for a Republican at about the same time you exhume Teddy Roosevelt and run his zombified corpse on a ticket with a robotronic Eisenhower.
6) Robo-calls send me into fits of rage.

Thank you for your attention.
Fuckers.
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