Yes, this is similar to the Fractal Yankee Theory.    One day, while
sharing a cigar with Fidel, I asked him what the real problem in the
world is.
        " It's those Damn Yankee Imperialists!""If only we were rid of them!!"
        So I asked Fidel, "Where are those Yankees anyway?"
        He pointed North, toward Florida.     "Up there, in the USA".
        I took a boat to Miami, got off, and asked the first person I saw,
"Where are the Yankees?".
        "Up North, go to New York".
        I went to New York, and asked the first person I saw, "Where can I find
Yankees?"
        The answer was, "New England.  Try Massachusetts."
        I went to Boston, and asked the first person that I saw [not Kibo]
"Where will I find some Yankees?"
        The answer was, "Maine, that's where the Yankees come from."
        So, I went to Portland, and asked the first person I saw, "Where will I
find me some Yankees?"
        "Go up ta Bangah""Yep, that's where they are."
        Arriving in Bangor, I asked the first person I saw where I would find
some gen-yoo-ine Yankee-type people in these parts.
        " Take Route 16 North up to Milo.    They got lots of Yankees up
there."
        I stopped in Milo and went to the general store.
        "I'm looking for a Yankee."
        "Oh, you must mean Clem. Take 11 north toward Brownville Junction and
turn off on the dirt road to Schoodic Lake.   You'll see his cabin about
a mile off the main road."
        I followed the directions, went up to the cabin, and knocked on the
door.
        But Clem was not at home.     He was out in the world raising hell,
getting Fidel and a lot of other people all pissed off.
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