• From: Theresa Largusa
    Date: June 17, 2010 3:37:45 PM CDT
    To: "Largusa, Ron"
    Subject: RE: Is this guy your congressional representative?

    He's nobody to me. He just likes the taste of sludge-y
    slush money.

    From: Largusa, Ron 
    Sent: Thursday, June 17, 2010
    3:31 PM
    To: Theresa Largusa
    Subject: Is this guy your
    congressional representative?

    WTF?! I mean, for
    real…

    Ron M. Largusa
    MSPH
    Epidemiologist
    County of Humboldt–Dept. of Health and Human
    Services
    Public Health
    Branch

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