The phone rings midday. I answer it with my name. Comes back at me? "Hello, this is Newt Gingrich. Like you, I love..." blah, blah, blah.
Why am I not safe in my home from the likes of Newt Gingrich? Apparently, even Point Roberts is not far enough away to escape fools and knaves like him. An island? Or just phoneless forever? Slam.
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