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See, that's exactly what I was thinking. I spent several years living on the road; I used to see the same faces in airports all the time, except when they were faces who only looked like the same ones. On a particularly fevered evening, I imagined that all the normal people had been transplanted, and the world was occupied only by management consultants and salesmen kept in transit, so that we would never know about the holocaust that had occured 'outside'.
I can't stand either of these two, but the interesting thing to me is not their stupidity but just how fluid and fungible ... and how far off ... is our notion of what 'average Americans' look like. And how useful that fungibility turns out to be.