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One imagines various images when the name Pats is contemplated. There’s the image of the simpleton, hidden away from prying eyes in an institute that’s funded, yet never examined by the authorities. There’s the uneasy feeling of watching a retard trying to make sense of an incomprehensible world by attacking ethnic minorites and her superiors, such as the magnificent PinkYoda. Then there’s the repulsive vision, of a strange, twisted, half-breed creature, trying to take hold of the pretty pictures that the shiney mirror provides her with through her disabled dial-up allowance. Yes, Pats is all these things, yet in her own slobbering, demented way, somehow says to US collectively as a society, that we should all endeavour to look after chat-board mongs more compassionately in future.

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