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Title: Man of the year
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"Politicians and diapers both have to be changed frequently, and for the same reason," quoted by the independent Presidential candidate, Tom Dobb. In Man of the Year I saw a lot of course concepts we covered this semester such as, the political parties, special interest groups, the voting system and how easy it can be corrupted... Showed first 250 characters
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"Politicians and diapers both have to be changed frequently, and for the same reason," quoted by the independent Presidential candidate, Tom Dobb. In Man of the Year I saw a lot of course concepts we covered this semester such as, the political parties, special interest groups, the voting system and how easy it can be corrupted... Showed next 250 characters
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