Dear City of East Palo Alto official department of sitting on your ass and not actually answering the phone to, you know, help people figure out what kind of permits or other bureaucratic waste of paper they might need before starting a major remodeling project that, in order to meet the drop-dead date of Thanksgiving, needs to start NOW, but who instead are, as noted previously in this rather long sentence, sitting on your fat entitled government paycheck asses most emphatically NOT providing any sort of service whatsoever other than enriching the owner of the McDonalds franchise next to the City office building,
Keep up the good work.
Yours in utter disgust,
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-- Andrew
Just Andrew.
Do I contradict myself?
Very well then, I contradict myself.
(I am large, I contain multitudes.)
-- Walt Whitman, "Song of Myself"
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