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In Which Our Hero Is A Curmudgeon
Friday, December 18, 2009
I guess, that is progress.
In a place where one cannot drink clean water, have access to sufficient medical care, have much of a chance for any sort of education, or reasonably expect to live past 50, at least, you can still find music that employs auto-tune.
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