Book's so nice i gotta read it twice

Of himself, Singer wrote:
My brother freed himself from revolutionary phraseology, but he continued to believe, or rather to hope, that the human species would come to its senses. He still believed in so-called progress. Little by little, humankind would learn from its mistakes. My brother needed this faith in moral progress, although the facts refuted him left and right. In a sense, I had taken over the role of our parents: in our conversations I mercilessly destroyed his humanistic illusions. Now I regret it, because with what could I replace them? At least my parents preached religion. I had nothing but the power to destroy.
Yesterday there was this guy preaching on the subway...and he preached like i blog---replete with explicit deletives

Was tempted to say amen to some of his stuff--that'd really freak them whitefolk out [train was on the Upper East Side...Mayflower DARs]--but he might've been insane and i was too tired to fight the old man if he snapped because he thought i was mocking him.
He spoke about how sheeple look down on people dumpster diving---waving the Bible and chastising the masters [and ladies...more on
them later] of the universe---i laughed in lieu of amens, the WASPs squirmed in their seats and tried to podhead out...but he was as loud as he was loquacious

(The real reason for the Second Avenue subway line is so that the rich people that Mayor-for-life Bloomberg loves won't have to be accosted by truthsayers like this.)
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Another thing he talked about, was how women dress immodestly...leaving nothing to the imagination.
As a guy i can tell you...i
do rub up against a lot of bitches on the train...and nine times out of ten it's their fault---they're either too busywith the iPod or the Blackberrry that they have no idea where the hell they are---and i'm supposed to jump out the way

Ain't nothing sexual when i bump into these bimbos...i like to jar them into reality...ain't all about YOU ho'
Wouldn't try to rub up against the chick pictured here though...would sit across the aisle from her though

Chicks wearing dresses so short that you can look up them and see their tonsils...yeah, gives me something to look at when i'm turning the page in the newspaper...or when i'm thinking of a word to fit the clue in the crosswords.
So when i get off the train at 96th Street he offers me his hand and i shake it--he's got a powerful grip without being one of those macho squeezers--and he says to me,
I see you got it brother---and i chuckle and said,
Yo man, i just blogged about this the other day---not about the immodesty of women in society today, but the
noveau poor...so it's great to see that i'm not the only one who notices this
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