I lived in a group home in the Central West End neighborhood in St. Louis for a while, it's near Washington University. This would have been around 2013 or so. One morning I was walking back to the pad with a bottle of cheap vodka, that godawful Country Club stuff that can peel paint, and there was a young woman, presumably a Wash U student, waiting for the bus, and she had a New Yorker bag. I stopped and said, "Yeah. I used to read that rag. It's all Jewish propaganda." She gasped. "I love the Jews." I said, "I know, I know. You'll figure it out some day."
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