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    "excerpt": "I once had a grudging fascination with the scrappiness of the horrendous Houthis. Their idea of military attire is plastic sandals, mismatched camo, a hoisted Kalashnikov, and a right cheek ballooning with unchewed khat. One could imagine them rappelling up the sides of boats with scimitars in their teeth, stealthy merchants of chaos from what historian Simon Sebag Montefiore calls a \u201cdagger-and-iPhone parastate.\u201d Their DNA is forged from fundamentalist fury in the Arab world\u2019s poorest country, Yemen, against its gleaming, fat-cat Saudi neighbor (think South Central LA vs. Beverly Hills).",
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