I guess l’ve met the wrong Texans!
Eileen Neustadt
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In Texas, we’ve driven all the “Blue Staters” to a small area of South Congress Avenue in Austin (called SoCo, but only by them) where they wander the food courts, buy hipster coffee (any thing that costs more than a dollar a cup and isn’t served at a one-syablle restaurant like “Jims”) and still talk about keeping Austin weird, which is weird because we shut that weird shit down when Bush defeated Anne what’s her name for governor. Soon we hope they’ll realize no one wants them and wander off to San Francisco where they can discover they’re all transgender but can have their own bathrooms and cry-baby sessions and no one will make fun of them.

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