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worst of the lot

worst types of people in the world my mother had opinions about everything under the sun dividing the world into those that bored her amused her or charmed her dividing the world in those that knew and those that did not know she had particular scorn for so called experts saying a PHD meant BS piled high and deep never trust an expert she would expertly assert her greatest scorn her greatest scorn was for reformed drunks calling them the worst of the lot they should shut up and have a drink already she smiled as she drank and pontificated about the political class she had enough of them all berkeley hill liberals bored her bored her silly with their endless games among the literati set

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