My mother couldn't stand Arnold Schwarzenegger. She wasn't a spitter but if she had been the type to expectorate over her shoulder, peasant style, she would have spat at Arnold. If she hadn't been Jewish she would have made the sign of the cross whenever she heard his voice or saw his image. She was appalled to see her fellow Austrian become an American hero, a movie
Freud’s Butcher
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