[All-American Medic]

"I realized that I had become a New Yorker. I expect now that I'll always be one..." Chelsea, No you arent and you will never be! When you leave take momma and daddy with ya....You arent wanted here and neither are they, Your momma won because Rudy took himself out of the election and Poppa hangs in Harlem because they are the only ones who still believe his crap. Chels, where's the best place to get a bagel in the AM?? What blocks make up little Italy? What's an egg cream?? Who was the first manager of the Mets?? What streets make up Hell's Kitchen? or chinatown or the village?? ever been to Stuyvesant town?? or seen a game at the Rucker?? Taken a walk on the Brooklyn Promenade?? been to San Gennaro?? How bout the St. Patrick's day parade that mommy was afraid to march in? What subway line do you take from Manhattan to Yankee Stadium or what number is the line out to Shea? See you little witch, there is more to NYC than just Katie and Matt, Rosie and Broadway and all the artsy fartsy pinkie up parties on the upper west side! New York has a soul that you and your ilk will never understand, we are tough and ballsy, whiners are not allowed..You ever been elbowed out of the way for a cab by an old lady?? See its your mommy and daddy and people like them that made it impossible for my kids to grow up there the way I did, because they let the skels run the city. So we had to leave and go north!! So shut up and get out..You stooooooonad!! Fughhhhheaboutit!!!!!!

[Miss Marple]

Tell us how you really feel, Medic!

A most excellent rant, and one that gave me, a life-long Hoosier, a real feeling for New York City. Thanks!

[Druidstl]

Well said!!

[IWONDR]

Rewriting history. She is running from her Hope(less), Arkansas past?

[hellinahandcart]

I have a better question for Chelsea, and I want the answer so bad I'm willing to buy TALK magazine to see if the answer is in there: Since you wuz staying in an apartment near Union Square, Chelsea, what on earth were you doing near Grand Central in the middle of a disaster? Why not just GO HOME after "wandering" down toward the WTC? Were you LOST, you faux New Yorker? Or did you just have a hankering for lunch at the Oyster Bar?

[In mourning for six years]

What a great post--Chelsea, darling, you will never be a New Yorker, your hideous mother will never be a New Yorker, and your perverted father will never be a New Yorker. Send 'em all back to Arkansas! (To our Arkansas brethren, I'm sorry but New York has enough on its plate right now.)

[Geezerette]

What a moving post! Are you a writer?! She needs to see it! But of course, she doesn't read pro-American writing like in FreeRepublic.com.

Can't someone send her this whole thread? There is so much more to this one that hits home than some of the other "Caption This" threads, tho they are always good for a laff. This is different. It goes right to the heart of the matter. She needs to have it crammed down her throat!

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[in the Arena]

All-American Medic - ding...ding...ding...we have a winner...well said.

[Oschisms]

The thought of Chel(nau)sea Clinton taking in a game at the Rucker- Now that's funny stuff.

[Diogenes]

Very well put, Doc!
Very well put!!!

Today I read a letter to The Washington Times written by fellow-FReeper Jimmy Valentine apropos of Bill Clinton's speech at Georgetown University earlier this week. It included a stanza from Scott's "Lay of the Last Minstrel", that I have decided, -with Jimmy Valentine's acquiescence, of course, to transcribe in full:

"Breathes there the man, with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land!
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd,
As home his footsteps he hath turn'd,
From wandering on a foreign strand!

If such there breathe, go, mark him well:
For him no Minstrel raptures swell;
High though his titles, proud his name,
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim;
Despite those titles, power, and pelf,
The wretch, concentred all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile dust, from whence he sprung,
Unwept, unhonor'd, and unsung."

Jimmy Valentine ended his letter with the following line:
It is submitted that this describes both Bill Clinton's legacy and his epitaph!