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“I know where a lot of them [the elite or elitists] live. Where's that? Well, in our nation's capital and New York City. I've seen it. I've lived there.”

Quote by John McCain

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John McCain
John McCain

John McCain was an American politician, statesman, and retired naval officer who served as a United States Senator from Arizona from 1987 to 2017. He was the Republican nominee for President of the United States in the 2008 election. McCain was a decorated veteran of the Vietnam War, and his career was marked by his strong advocacy for civil liberties, campaign finance reform, and military service. more

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