Why all the fuss?

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Why are people so upset about this? It looks like some bad graffiti that a teenager sprayed on a wall. This is just another hackneyed cliche. It is worthy only of an eye roll and a shrug. Move along folks, nothing to see here but some really bad art. Posted by Picasa

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