Tam mourns a loss:

I used to go to the airport for fun.  I’d drive down to Hartsfield, ride the train between the concourses for a bit.  Pick a concourse at random and wander down to one of the gates and press my nose against the glass to watch the dance on the ramp and the plane get pushed back...

Damn the bastards who’ve taken that from me.  And don't tell me it was Achmed and Mohammed who took it away; it was the spineless politicians, career-minded bureaucrats and craven voters who immediately went into SNiVeL mode.

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