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Posted on Jan 15, 2008

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By Sharon Ash, January 16, 2008 at 8:57 am Link to this comment
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The attempt at humor is profoundly overshawoded by the shallowness of thought in your caricature.

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By anonymous, January 16, 2008 at 8:48 am Link to this comment
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...called Obama a kid. That’s another way of calling him “boy”.  The black vote’s gone so it’s time to get the Bubba vote.

Hillary compared herself to Johnson and phony/dirty-dealing/war-wise, she’s definitely a johnson.  (caps intentionally omitted)

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By Inherit The Wind, January 15, 2008 at 5:28 pm Link to this comment

Figures.  It was Barack Obama who played the race card.  Clinton played the Iraq War Vote card, but THE MEDIA made it into a race card.

You bozos are as bad as Fox Noise Nincompoops.

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By Douglas Chalmers, January 15, 2008 at 5:06 pm Link to this comment

Please forgive me
If I act a little strange
For I know not what I do
Feels like lightning running through my veins…
All my words are falling short
And there’s so much I want to say
Want to tell you just how good it feels…
Throw a stone and watch the ripples flow
Moving out across the bay…...

Step into the silence
Take it in your own two hands
And scatter it like diamonds
All across these lands
Blaze it in the morning
Wear it like an iron skin
Only things worth living for
Innocence and magic…... amen

We were born with our eyes wide open
So alive with wild hope
Now can you tell me why
Time after time
They drag you down
Down in the darkness deep
Fools in their madness all around
Know that the lights don’t sleep…...

This year’s love had better last
Heaven knows it’s high time
And I’ve been waiting on my own too long
But…. It feels so right
I start to forget
How my heart gets torn
When that hurt gets thrown
Feeling like you can’t go on

Turning circles when time again
It cuts like a knife oh yeah
If you love me got to know for sure
Cos it takes something more this time
Than sweet sweet lies…...

Standing at the door of the White House crying in the rain
Here was a kind of so-so love
And I’m going to make sure it doesn’t happen again
You and I had to be the standing joke of the year
You were a runaround, a lost and found
And not for me, I feel…...

*
With apologies to David Gray

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