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Though, that is a song that was written by German hippies. Very un-American. Previously: Herman Cain's first Web ad is historically insane.
I'm a Canadian, so I couldn't vote for Herman Cain even if I wanted to -- and I wouldn't want to. But damn, that is a sweet button. I might have to travel down there and make a campaign contribution just to get one.
Sadly, they don't sell these on his website. They sell boring ones that look like every other candidate's stuff ever looked. They do, however, sell them at zazzle.com and, I suspect, other fine purveyors of ironic kitsch. That takes all the fun out of it.
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I'm a Canadian, so I couldn't vote for Herman Cain even if I wanted to -- and I wouldn't want to. But damn, that is a sweet button. I might have to travel down there and make a campaign contribution just to get one.
Sadly, they don't sell these on his website. They sell boring ones that look like every other candidate's stuff ever looked. They do, however, sell them at zazzle.com and, I suspect, other fine purveyors of ironic kitsch. That takes all the fun out of it.
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