LBJ told a story about a man who stopped by a newspaper vendor every morning, paid for the paper, glanced at the front page and then threw the paper back on the stack and walked away. The vendor was happy to be able to sell the paper twice, but finally his curiosity got the better of him.
“Mister,” he asks, “how come you pay for the paper, but just look at the first page?”
“I’m looking for an obituary,” the man replies.
“But mister,” the vendor says, “the obituaries are inside the paper.”
“No,” the man says as he walks off, “the obituary for the son-of-a-bitch I’m looking for will be on the front page.”
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