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God or whoever bless us, everyone. A Christmas epistle from the Old Scout that doesn't attempt to revive the legends of Smilin' Jack Kennedy, Hubert the Hump Humphrey, or good old "Fritz" Mondale or try to duck and weave over the fact that the Old Scout himself is a closet racist with quasi-Fascist views who likes to wear the smiley-face mask of "liberalism" (or what passes as such in America as we careen into the 21st. century)...
It could cause one to weep with joy (or relief). Feed him a nice Christmas goose and hope that retirement looms soon. A modest prediction: when he does retire, he'll show up at the Heritage Foundation, espousing a kind of cornpone "populism" that will cause the likes of Roy Blunt or Tim Pawlenty to blush.
If internet gambling was legal in Minnesota, I'd make a fortune.