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  1. [Stacy returns to the blog and where his nightmare began, New Hampshire where guys like “the other other McCain” mess things up for real conservatives, hoping to bring back his old life]
    RSM: [praying] Clarence! Clarence! Help me, Clarence! Get me back! Get me back, I don’t care what happens to me! Get me back to my wife and kids! Help me Clarence, please! Please! I wanna live again. I wanna live again. Please, God, let me live again.
    [it begins to snow again, since he is stuck in New Hampshire at Christmas due to those damn Florida Republicans!]
    Smitty: [shouts] Hey, Stacy, Stacy! You all right? Hey, what’s the matter? RSM: Now get outta here, Smitty, or I’ll hit you again! Get outta here! Smitty: What the sam hill you yellin’ for, Stacy? RSM: You… [suddenly stunned] RSM: … Smitty? Do you know me? Smitty: Know you? Huh. You kiddin’? I’ve been looking all over town trying to find you. I saw your KIA plowed into that tree down there and I thought maybe you hit another deer – hey, your mouth’s bleeding. Are you sure you’re all right? RSM: What the…
    [licks the corner of his lip and checks his mouth with his hand]
    RSM: Ha, ha, ha, ha! My mouth’s bleeding, Smitty! My mouth’s bleeding! Reagan’s petals… Reagan… RSM: [checking his pocket] There they are! Smitty, what do you know about that! Merry Christmas!
     
    Ali Akbar: A toast to my blog brother Stacy: The richest man in the blogosphere!   

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