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Sarah Palin’s already produced a huge steaming pile of bullshit since she accepted the nomination, but this latest thing annoys the shit out of me.  Ah, yes.  Real America.  Defined as any part of the United States not on either of the coasts, not near a major city, not emphatically liberal.  Typical Republican shit, really.  New York, for instance?  Is never “Real America,” unless the GOP needs to use 9/11 to shore up some support for their more draconian terrorism properties.

I didn’t live in New York during 9/11, but this still pisses me off.  And being  characterized as a pinko commie because I live about a mile from the island of Manhattan pisses me off to.

That’s why I sent my own paragraph here: Are You A Real American?   I’d like to encourage anyone else reading this to do the same thing.

(I’m pretty sure you can guess which one is me.)

Just a guess.

I was in SoHo yesterday to get my hair cut, and I was a little early so I wandered a block over to Whole Foods to look around.  And yikes.

I mean, I hate chopping onions with every fiber of my being, but I’m not going pay $4 a pound for pre-chopped onions.  And $5? For dried pasta? Are they serious?  $8 a pound for ground beef?  I haven’t had so much sticker shock in a grocery store since I initially moved to the east coast.

All in all, even though commuting sucks, it made me glad that I choose to live in the suburbs.  Jersey City is less exciting than New York to be sure, but my rent is much lower and my grocery bill at Shop Rite is a lot smaller than it would be if I had to shop at Whole Foods instead.

I’ll be making bolognese sauce today.  If I’d gotten the ingredients at Whole Foods, I would have spent enough that I might as well have just gone out and ordered spaghetti bolognese at a restaurant.

And it’s freezing in my apartment, something that apparently doesn’t change no matter where you live.  It’s what I get for refusing to pay for my own heat.  On the plus side, I never have to look at the bill for that at least.

I’m on vacation right now, and after spending this past weekend down in D.C. doing all the tourist crap and eating my way through Penn Quarter, I’m home again finishing with the redocorating, such as it is.  I hung almost all my pictures today, set up my internet after shrieking at Verizon for the better part of a month, and made dinner.  Tomorrow is laundry, hanging the last picture, and making a list of things I need to buy for additional storage.  Thursday is a shopping spree for said storage items, a fun trip to the vet with Dom, and putting all the stuff together and getting rid of all the damn boxes.  Friday is a hair cut.

Then Monday it’s back to work.  Yippee.