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little community. So go to patreon.com slash lions led by donkeys and join the Legion Led by Donkeys podcast. The year is 1974. I have spent the past seven years since we last left you making a mint in printing, having opened

several other branches in the past four years of my business and shifting my business to the border

of Idaho and Washington. My success, you ask, is down to my shrewd accounting, lax, tax laws, and my no

questions asked policy. You wanted printed, for the money, you can have what you want.

This all changed one day when a tall, bronze skin man with a shaved head and a bad attitude

walked into my shop. Hey man, can you print me a thousand copies of this? he asked. I reply yes,

and he hands me over a pamphlet with a large swastika on the front and a picture of Idaho

Senator Frank Church with a knife through his head on the front and a picture of Idaho Senator Frank

Church with a knife through his head. Well, sir, you see, I have a small political gathering nearby,

and I am simply practicing my freedom of speech and assembly. And in order to do so, I need to

print out all of these pamphlets. And I know if 1000 is a lot, but I'm willing

to pay you in crisp $100 bills that are only slightly stained with the ink from the local bank.

I am uncomfortable, but he pays in cash. And when Joe hands over the cash, he glares balefully

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