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The scent of blood is in the air. Or is it just a cloud of stale insecticide hanging over the 22nd District? Tom Delay couldn’t just leave the building, he had to get out of the whole damn state on the way to crying “Uncle” before November. The ‘nets are alive with the sound of political impotence

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