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guts and garters

It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.

Monday, May 07, 2001

Three days before he was assassinated, Abraham Lincoln dreamt of his own funeral.

His press secretary had a bad feeling about the play outside which he was shot.

Kennedy's press secretary had a bad feeling about Dallas.

The moral of the story is: Listen to your press secretary.

Especially if you're a president elected in a year ending in 0. Because apparently all of them have been shot at. Look out Dubbya, you're next.

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