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Clinton's
coded jibes at Bush give conference what it wants to hear
Jonathan
Freedland
This was the speech of a president in exile. Like a deposed
leader seeking refuge in a friendly nation, Bill Clinton came to
Blackpool to deliver a message that can barely be heard in
today's America.
http://www.guardian.co.uk/usa/story/0,12271,803494,00.html
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