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WilliamPitt Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun May-29-05 05:38 AM
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What do you love?
Edited on Sun May-29-05 06:38 AM by WilliamPitt
I love my mom. She had me when she was 26 and then watched her marriage fly apart for reasons I have no place to judge. She went to school with a young boy on her hip and became one of the best in her business, all the while with the whip-hand raised to make sure her son was worth the world he was to live in. She lives today, paintbrush in hand and canvas at the fore, at the end of five miles of dirt road in New Hampshire in a small log cabin by a lake. She is the strongest, smartest, wisest, funniest and best person I will ever know.

I love my dad. He was born out of red North Alabama clay to love FDR and the Tennessee Valley Authority, and met my mom just before he volunteered for Vietnam duty in 1969. Yes, volunteered. He watched his marriage fly apart for reasons I have no place to judge, and embarked upon a 40-year oddessy of public service that took him from the Secretary of State's office to the Attorney General's office to the US. Attorney's office - all in Alabama, where Democrats are awfully popular, you know - and only in the last couple of years did he figure out that you can actually make money as a lawyer in private practice. He is the strongest, smartest, wisest, funniest and best person I will ever know.

I love my city. Boston, cold, rainy, hot, sunny, bitter and snowy altogether, with a confluence of 400 years of history marking the cracked streets. We started slavery and ended it - the slave trade came from here, 'Boston Baked Beans' were slave food for generations, and yet The Liberator was printed here, the Union Clubs were started here, and the spine of Union strength during the Civil War was found here. Never mind the Guns of Ticonderoga and the lashing of the British. That's just the fun stuff. Boston is America: Every race, and every racism, dirty and clean together, a port city at once looking ahead and anchored to the past, with all the weather of the country pouring out along the jet stream and across the Cape. Don't like it? Wait five minutes. Oh, and the Sox. And the Pats.

I love my country. We made the slaves, and freed them. We slaughtered the natives, and carved out a space for millions of others to find freedom from their own lands, opressions, tortures. We stand for freedom and sell it out every day. We stand for profit, we exude the excess of victorious capitalism from every pore, we are governed by an avarice and a body-lust that has nothing to do with the soul or the spirit, and yet, with a million billion kindnesses done on streetcorners and church pews and protest rallies and God knows exactly where else, we show with every breath that profit and money and wealth are not a reason to breathe in and breathe out.

No propaganda can paint over the blood and horror and woe we have created. No propaganda can obscure the greatness of the ideal - Of the People, By the People, For the People - nor can any propaganda obscure the greatness of our accomplishments. We have done great things, and terrible things. We are guilty, and we are innocent. We have done great things, and boy o boy, we have a lot of cleaning up to do.

What do you love? What do you fight for?

Do you fight for an ideal, a promise at the end of your struggle? Or is the fight itself so much a habit now that you have forgotten what it is that got you started in the first place? Sometimes I forget. Sometimes I lose myself in the warring between party, between ideology, hell, sometimes in the warring within forums here.

But then I remember.

I'm an American. My family came over her on boats from Ireland, England and Germany. My family farmed, went to school, busted their humps to make sure their kids did better than they did. This is a lot of what we are missing these days, that idea of sacrifice, that immigrant ethic: You aren't in this for you, but for your kids, for the future.

Once we lost that, once instant gratification became the state religion, then easy gas and easy steel and easy labor and easy war and easy death became, well, easy, and we forgot that there is a price to be paid in the end.

Everyone is born owing a death. Every man, every woman, every nation, every empire. To think this escapable is to laugh in God's face, and God is not mocked.

I'm an American. I am proud of my nation and ashamed of it. I am proud of the ideals of our institutions of government, and ashamed at how easily they are corrupted by money, by that instant gratification desire which mouths platitudes of patriotism while spitting on the nation entire.

Somewhere in history, I'm pretty sure my family owned slaves. Somewhere in there, I know for a stone fact my family fought to free them. I'm an American, so I'm conflicted. That's how it is.

But I know we can do better than this. I know we will. I am a profound believer in what-goes-around-comes-around, with the caveat that nothing will come around without some shoulders to the wheel.

I love my mom, I love my dad, I love my country, and I hate it, too. I love the fact that I can sit here and say whatever the hell I want, trype it out and push a button and make my nonsense the fodder for hudreds or thousands or millions. That's freedom. That's raw democracy. But I wish I could say only good things about my country, my people, our history, or legacy. That would be nice.

What do you love? What do you fight for? What would you die for?

This is Memorial Day Weekend. Better men than I am or ever will be marched off to fight and die for the best ideals this nation has to offer. This weekend, millions of assholes will stuff themselves into cars and ram down Routh 3 to the Sagamore Bridge for a hoped-for weekend of sunshine on cold Cape Cod beaches. Why? Because they got an extra day off. Sure, they'll maybe get choked up during the ballgame when the extra-special 'God Bless America' gets sung, but hell, Normandy was more than 60 years ago, and sure, Dad fought in Vietnam though he doesn't like to talk about it, and sure, the sister-in-law of the neighbors who moved last year might have had a son who was supposed to get shipped off to Iraq...what was his name?

Do we even remember what we stand for anymore?

When was it that we were last a people governed by something besides ease, or the desire for ease; money, or the desire for money; fear, or the desire to kill what it is we fear? Have we ever been anything other than people motivated by base instincts? Of course. Can we be more than that? Of course.

What do you love? What do you fight for? What would you die for?

Those questions need to be asked and answered, and quickly.
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Tracyjo Donating Member (426 posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun May-29-05 06:30 AM
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1. Well, I read all that
and I thought, damn, that person really knows how to write. Then I realized it was by one of my heros, William Rivers Pitt. How can I reply to that and be remotely as eloquent as he? I just don't have it in me, Mr. Pitt, But I'll begin by saying I did love my mother and my father too. They've passed on, but the lessons they taught me about fairness, compassion and understanding are with me to this day.
I love my country too. I really wanted to leave this place after the last presidential election. I decided to stay and fight. Those in power are turning my country into something I can not recognize anymore and I cannot let that happen. I write letters, emails,make phone calls, and do what I can for the local Dems. I will not fight in *'s illegal war, but I will fight for the truth, and if that kills me, so be it.
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patricia92243 Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun May-29-05 06:44 AM
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2. Ditto! (Rush does not have exclusive rights on that term) :)
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KarenS Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun May-29-05 07:11 AM
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3. What an awesome article ,,,,, It is one of those that will stay in my
thoughts for days,,,, haunting, paradoxical, bittersweet.

ThankYou Mr. Pitt for doing what you do !!
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In_The_Wind Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun May-29-05 07:14 AM
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I love
I love my friends who have become my family!
I love my country!
I love my home!
I love the freedom that I have to make my own choices!

I would do everything in my power to defend these things and people that I love and believe.








Thank you for sharing you personal feelings ~ your own life story. I'm sure we all need to think one more time about what really is important to each of us.
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VioletLake Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun May-29-05 07:14 AM
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4. I love it all, Will Pitt.
With all my might.
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KlatooBNikto Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun May-29-05 07:14 AM
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5. Thank you for a stirring and well thought out post. On this memorial day
Edited on Sun May-29-05 07:16 AM by KlatooBNikto
weekend, I too remember my mom and dad both immigrants coming to this country seventy odd years ago as if they were migrating to the Promised Land, which indeed it turned out to be.They too sacrificed themselves for their children and instilled in all four of us the belief that this country is good and allows you to succeed if you are good and willing to work for it.

My father who passed away early in my own life had built up a small pizza business in the Northeast and my mom spent all her waking hours caring for her children and working evenings at the Pizza parlor.She was a talented violinist but did not or could not find the time to devote to developing that talent.She made the choice that developing that talent had to take a back seat to ensuring the future of her children.In her own way, she had the right instincts and was very happy to see her great grandchild born before she passed away at the ripe old age of 99.

As I too observe this special holiday with my family when my three daughters have returned from working in Equatorial Africa,Indonesia and Sri Lanka,I give thanks for what this country has meant to me and how it has made possible for me to achieve material wealth which has ,in my waning years ,become tempered by my need for doing something that will allow me to say I did something my own parents will be proud of me for.I look at my three daughters,all doctors, as the vanguard of the army I have sent out to assuage the shame I have felt since Mr.Bush usurped the Presidency and embarked on his wrecking of our Constitution.I hope my sons also follow their sisters and return what this country has given our family.I would then be able to say I have done the duty my father had exhorted me to.

In one of Lewis Lapham's essays,I came across a passage that has always been my favorite and I will take the liberty to paraphrase it on this day:In life there are only two important things a man needs.Work, that provides an outlet for his creative energies;and love that gives meaning to that work.Thanks to my parents I have had plenty of both.It is time to let the younger generations carry on that noble American task.
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cmd Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun May-29-05 07:26 AM
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6. Some day, Will, when you have children
they will move to the top of your list. Your mom and dad will help elevate them there. Children are the future we live for, and fight for and die for.
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fed-up Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun May-29-05 08:18 AM
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7. I love my son, my family and democracy...
I love my fellow countrymen and as a young teenager would weep as the nightly body count from the quagmire known as the Vietnam War continued to escalate.

I love my son and from the time when I first found out I was with child I worried that he would be sent to an unjust, illegal war.

I love my brother and while he served during Gulf War I worried that he would not make it home again. I love my fellow countrymen and feel the pain and anguish of all those that died or came home sickened with Gulf War Syndrome because of our countries lies to its soldiers about the presence of toxic chemical weapons at Khamisiyah and other locations, the overuse of experimental vaccines and the toxicity of Depleted Uranium.

I love my son and in the aftermath of 911 worried that another unjust war would be started and that he would be drafted.

I love my son and when appointed President Bush declared the "War on Terror" which soon turned into the illegal War in Iraq worry that the conflict will last longer than promised and that he may be drafted.

I love my fellow countrymen and am heartbroken as the number of US and Iraqi casualties continues to rise with no end in site.

I love my son and now that the war is past it's 800th day and in dire need of more cannon fodder I worry daily that a draft will be implemented and my son will be drafted.

I love my son and even though he is only 16 I have started making plans for him to evade a possible draft and leave this country even though my family has roots in the US that date back to 1760.

I fight for the voices of the sane and patriotic to be heard and to get the word out that this war is unjust and illegal. I fight for my "Homeland Security" which means first protecting the person I care most about, my child, from being drafted into an unjust, illegal war. I fight the only way possible for a mother- I make signs and drive hundreds of miles to participate in Peace Marches. I stand on our local street corners protesting to let others know that not all believe in the policies of this administration. I protest against sending brain washed young men into harm's way as the pockets of our leaders, other oilmen and war profiteers line their pockets with blood money.

I fight for my son and others that are or may soon be put in death's path by writing letters to "The Powers That Be" in the hopes that soon our voices will be heard and that there will be an end to this senseless killing.

I fight for our country in the hopes that true democracy will survive and that all votes are counted and that no more elections will be stolen.

Would I put my life before my son's if that's what it came to? Most definitely.
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Andy_Stephenson Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun May-29-05 09:09 AM
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8. I love
that I am alive.

Life is good!


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WilliamPitt Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun May-29-05 09:15 AM
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10. Get off the internet
Edited on Sun May-29-05 09:16 AM by WilliamPitt
I am so totally serious.

There are some amazing vampires running around lately, and you don't need to bother with it.

Get off, go rest, or I will break your fucking arms. I swear to God, Andy.

Oh, P.S., hi. :)

No go rest.
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Andy_Stephenson Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun May-29-05 09:18 AM
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11. Yes sir.
Oh and BTW

callme...I want to talk to you!
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WilliamPitt Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun May-29-05 09:22 AM
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12. I will
If you post again, I smash you.
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Horse with no Name Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun May-29-05 09:23 AM
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15. HI Andy
Glad to see you up and at em.
Oh, and what Will said! :hi:
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VelmaD Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun May-29-05 11:49 AM
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27. Heeee...I adore both of you boys...
now play nice or I'll bang your heads together. :P
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WilliamPitt Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun May-29-05 04:24 PM
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33. Hokay.
:)
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goodboy Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun May-29-05 01:36 PM
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30. I second that. (nt)
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s-cubed Donating Member (860 posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon May-30-05 07:01 PM
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48. Hi Andy & Will -
Andy, I love that you are going to be with us a lot longer to spread your love to more and more people.

Will, I love how you take words and put them on paper - or a screen - and capture so well the thoughts of so many. Keep writing for us, brother!

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LaraMN Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun May-29-05 09:15 AM
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9. I love DU
....Long time reader, rare poster (obviously.)

I love Minnesota. Especially my corner of it. I'm fortunate enough to be surrounded by more like-minded individuals than many another addresses would afford me.

I love all those who are battle-weary and have fought for Democratic and progressive ideals. As exhausting and taxing as the last few years have been, I realize there are many who have struggled to preserve the integrity of my country and its policies for many years, and I salute them and hope to bear some of their burden upon my shoulders in the years to come.

I love my mother-- all 5'0" of her. She is strong in her convictions. She protested the war in Iraq from the beginning. She is a dedicated pacifist. She is an amazing influence, an inspiring person, and she proudly earned every gray hair on her head.

I love my Dad. He is the most left-wing person I know. He hates to talk about politics. For many years, he worked all but one weekend a month, in a paper mill. He never complained. He made my sister and I feel like Goddesses. He fixed our cars and he cooked. He hunted and he changed diapers. He looked like a giant-- immensely tall, with broad shoulders and a constant, subtle frown. He cried when I was depressed, in High School. He never made a sexist remark in front of any of us. No man will ever be as great as him, in my eyes. Well, maybe my sons.

I love my children. Beyond emotion. My seven-year-old son-- all energy and noise, yet capable of so much love, compassion, and wisdom, that I am amazed by him. My daughter, three years old, who is crazy and funny and beautiful. My Dad loves her specially, because she so resembles me, as a child. Watching my father and my daughter together
is something singularly magical. My two-year-old son-- he granted me a greater wisdom than I would likely have known, without him. He has an extra chromosome, resulting in Down Syndrome. He forever altered me. I couldn't even begin to explain the wonder of him. I wouldn't change a thing about my children-- but they have changed so many things for me.

I love everyone with the wisdom to question what is widely accepted. I love knowledge and the evolution of it. I love freedom of speech and the liberties we enjoy in this country. I love those who sacrifice for a higher ideal. I love caesar salad, the color blue, and my body. I love my neighbors and my friends. I love a good, cathartic laugh. I love that I have realized the value of my youth and vigor while I still have a bit of it left. I love purpose and pride. I love that next year, I'll be able to step back into a voting booth and mark up a PAPER ballot, with the sentiments of my heart, for the direction of my state and country.
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zippy890 Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun May-29-05 09:29 AM
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16. I love your post
kind of choked me up, in a good way - thank you for helping me realize what I have that is good.

welcome to DU and please post more often

:toast:

and I love people like Will Pitt who keep fighting the good fight and posting threads like this. Its hard to keep positive these days and we need this.

And I love Boston too.
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Horse with no Name Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun May-29-05 09:22 AM
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13. Beautiful. Nominated and kicked.
I just sat down for a minute. Am scraping paint off the door on my front porch so that I can repaint, so am not in the right frame of mind to answer this.
Will definitely come back to it.
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yvr girl Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun May-29-05 09:23 AM
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14. Will, that was great. Here's mine.
I love my mom. She wasn't traditional. I always remember her working, or owning a business. Yet my Halloween costumes always got made, and our birthday meals were always special. My mom takes in strays. Battered women. Foster kids. People alone for a holiday. I didn't appreciate the turmoil the turmoil when I was a kid, but now I appreciate the example.

I love my dad. He started his adult life with a grade 7 education. His life was full of adventure. If you heard his stories you'd think he was making them up, but he's not. He went back to school. He went to university full-time and had 3 jobs and 4 kids. Many of his papers were written in between cab fares. Now he has a master's degree and is a retired school teacher. My dad proves that it's never too late to make a fresh start.

Both my parents were also involved in the community. They did their share. They contributed. Even when they were on holiday, they some how ended up teaching English in a Mexican school. My parents both have their foibles, and they can drive me crazy, but they are good people.

I love my friends. They are my family of choice, not birth. Some of them, I've known since kindergarten. We have a history. Laughter and tears. Momentous occasions and lazy afternoons.

I love my city. Vancouver is nestled between the Pacific Ocean and the Coast Mountains. It is breathtakingly beautiful. The vistas calm my heart and stir my soul. There is dark side though. Just yesterday I was in a public washroom that was designed to prevent junkies from shooting up.

I love my country. Only in the last few years have I realized just how Canadian I am. It has helped to form my character and ideals. Canada was a business venture that evolved into a country. It was built through pragmatism and compromise. We take care of our neighbours and strive for peace...oh, and we like hockey.

What do I fight for? People. People that I know and love and people who are strangers. Each person has value and deserves dignity. We all deserve fairness and a life without oppression.
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Mnemosyne Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun May-29-05 09:48 AM
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17. I love the chance to be alive
and to try to make a difference in this crazy world for all on this planet we call Earth.

I love that each new day brings the chance to show my love to others in the hope that they will pass it on to make this world a more humanitarian place.

I love the people in my life that refuse to let me quit when it gets so difficult to face the carnage being created in our name.

I love living and loving with all who care to try to make a difference during our time here on this planet.

I've been accused of "caring too much", of being a "fanatic" over things I can't control, but I say to those who would discourage, someone must care and try to make a difference, if only through touching one heart at a time.

As Mother Teresa said, "We can do no great things, only small things with great love." (hope I got her quote right!) There are some capable of doing great things, I am but a small voice that wishes to join other small voices in changing this current world. Collectively, we can achieve those "great things"!

Thanks Will, beautiful post. I wish I was as eloquent as you, but we all have our own strengths!

Shalom!
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Tom Yossarian Joad Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun May-29-05 09:53 AM
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18. Let's kick this to the Greatest list.
Nicely said.

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Coexist Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun May-29-05 10:04 AM
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19. What I love
Edited on Sun May-29-05 10:08 AM by FLDem5
I love my daughter - all 15 years of her life. I watched her grow from curly-haired barbie lover to high school cheerleader who is self-assured enough to wear Not Me and ThinkBlue bracelets in her red, red high school. She taught the tomboy/sports fanatic that I am that cheerleading is a sport. That you don't get children in your image, but wonderful individuals with whom you are allowed to interact and learn from while they let you.

I love my first son - all 13 years of his life. Who taught me that you can give boys and girls the same love, the same rules and the same toys, but they will react to them in different ways. That boys are different from girls in their level of aggressiveness and physical activity. That they work on their large motor skills before their small motor skills and we should celebrate their differences, not worry about them. That you can't parent by any book, but look to the type of child you have and learn to see what that individual needs (second children are good for that.) That a sense of humor can develop early in a child, and it is fascinating to watch it grow and refine.

I love my second son - all 6 years of his life. Who taught me what the term "gentle giant" looks like in action. Who taught me that all boy children are not alike, and to cherish THOSE differences. He is all love and wonder and caring.

I love my husband - who lets me be me - which can't always be easy! Without his support - both emotional and financial - I would never be able to volunteer the countless hours that I do for different organizations. He works for our family so I can work for change - in our community and in our country.

I love my country - no matter how dark it gets, the people here will always, at some point, rise up and put us back on the right track. I firmly believe that.

I love DU for giving me a place to meet with people who think the way I do - because I am in a sea of Republicans here! You are my sanity some days. You are all amazing. The information I get here in an hour or two would literally take me days to gather, and I don't have that time!

I love dark chocolate and strong coffee.

I would fight for everything above (with the exception of the coffee and chocolate). It would be painful, but if the fight were truly against evil, I would give my children my blessing if they chose to fight.

I would die for my children. I would die fighting for a cause that was right and just. I would be willing to die for a cause that made the world a better place for my children and grandchildren.
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realFedUp Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun May-29-05 10:13 AM
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20. Truth
nt
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bertha katzenengel Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun May-29-05 10:19 AM
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21. Bravo.
:humbled:
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lapislzi Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun May-29-05 10:48 AM
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22. Funny you should ask
I am running for office in my town. As part of my early work, my campaign manager--a wise and funny man--charged me with the task of writing an essay about what I love. An essay. Me, at 44 years old, writing an essay. How about it.

It's easier to describe what you hate--a lot easier.

It's also easy to lapse into sentimentality. Easy.

Will is correct in his assertion that as a nation we are addicted to ease and convenience. There's a fierce fight going on in my town about a proposed big-box shopping center. The development will line the pockets of both a very wealthy (and non-local) developer, and the town board, who are all involved in building concerns. 5 (count 'em), 5 GOPers. Not a Democrat in sight. A town meeting was recently held for residents to air their concerns and/or show their support for the development. Again and again, my neighbors stood up--neighbors who, it might be noted--reside far enough away from the proposed development to be spared the worst of its negative impact--to recite an ode to "con-veeeeeen-ience" as if our open spaces, our rural roads, our small businesses, all must be sacrificed on the altar of Holy Convenience. I say "horseshit."

I love the fact that I can say "horseshit." Not only can I say it, repeatedly if necessary, but I can do something about it. At the very least, I can try. I love the fact that I live in a place where you can still stand up to bullies and stand a chance of taking them down a peg or two.

I have to love underdogs because I am one. I love idealists and quixotic windmill-tilters. The essay I wrote for my campaign manager took me from Yawkey Way to Yokohama (sorry, Will, that old "Ronin Democrat" metaphor of 2002 was too good to leave behind, so I picked it up, giving full credit of course).

I love the smell of hope.
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WilliamPitt Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun May-29-05 10:58 AM
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24. Nice
The old metaphor still applies.
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Viva_La_Revolution Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun May-29-05 10:49 AM
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23. Beautiful Will! this ties in our odd values...

You wrote,

"I'm an American. I am proud of my nation and ashamed of it. I am proud of the ideals of our institutions of government, and ashamed at how easily they are corrupted by money, by that instant gratification desire which mouths platitudes of patriotism while spitting on the nation entire."



As a country, our two main values are Traditional and Self-expressive. We are walking contradictions.
Fascinating stuff on this from Wayne Baker.
http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.ph...
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lucca Donating Member (159 posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun May-29-05 11:12 AM
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25. Wow...
Thank you for that thought provoking post.
It really made me stop and think about my life; my appreciation for my life, and my responsibility .

With the love that I have:

I want to be true to myself.
I want to be honest.
I want to reach out and help.
I want to share knowledge...

...I want to do so many things....

And, I want to take back America, from these controlling forces, that are sucking the life out of my country.

I want America to be "free" again.
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BeFree Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun May-29-05 11:14 AM
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26. Love, fight, and die?
Ya got to love the freedom America is founded on, be willing to fight for that freedom to outlive ourselves, and to die, if necessary, to see that freedom stands a chance in the 22nd century.

Personally I love to be able to help strangers, just as so many have helped me be where I am today enjoying my freedom. It is their actions which float my boat. It is their history which makes my life possible today and for that I thank them all and will keep them in my memory.

I don't know what I would die for, but in my end I suppose it will be that my freedom to do what I have done will be the death of me; for not all my actions have been conducive to a long life. Hell we all die sometime anyway. I guess I will die for my freedoms, eh?

Meanwhile I will continue to fight for the right of strangers who I will never know, to have the same semblance of freedom which I have enjoyed. Those rights include the freedom from slavery, the right to peace, the pursuit of happiness, life and liberty, truth and justice for all. What else is there worth fighting for?



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jus_the_facts Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun May-29-05 01:02 PM
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28. "It's not the happiness that comes with your arrival that's important....
....it's not the sadness that comes with your departure that's important....it's the joy you bring to others as you participate in the options of life that's important...it's the path you choose and the lingering echo of your footsteps that's important." :patriot:
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Fly by night Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun May-29-05 01:34 PM
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29. My Mississippi nephew, who taught me there's hope for the planet.
My nephew Ben just turned 18. For a month, my brother and sister-in-law kept asking him what he wanted for that milestone birthday and he kept telling them "Nothing. I have everything I want."

Well, they kept after him until finally, on a Sunday morning that was the big (birth)day, he answered them by saying, "I have a retarded high school classmate who has worn the same shoes to school for the past three years. For my birthday, I would like to buy him a pair of new shoes."

As if that wasn't enough, I learned (when I drove to Mississippi to be in his presence at his high school graduation) that he had broken up with a new girlfriend because she insisted on having sex with him and he had no interest whatsoever in doing that. When I asked him about that, he said "Uncle Bernie, all my classmates keep saying that they're in love, which is just an excuse to fuck each other. High school kids are too young to know what love means -- I know I am."

Finally, on his graduation day, he kept teasing his parents that (like many of his classmates), he was going to put some rude saying on the top of his mortarboard for all the assembled to see. He had gone through the wringer with his baseball coach (who is one testicle short of a full bag) and Ben had joked with his parents that he was going to put "Bye bye, one nut!" on his mortarboard.

I was sitting next to his mother when he walked out in front of 6,000+ people assembled for the graduation and -- sure enough -- he had something written on his mortarboard.

It was "I LOVE MOM."

I pulled him aside after graduation and told him that he already had the world figured out and to just try to keep believing the things he knew to be true at that moment, and acting on his beliefs. And for his graduation, I gave him pictures of his great-grandparents on their wedding day, which had been a gift to me three decades earlier from my "nana" before she died. I told him the gift was from both me and her, and that he made us both proud to be related to him.
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WilliamPitt Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun May-29-05 02:18 PM
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31. Nice
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Mnemosyne Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon May-30-05 10:41 AM
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45. What a great guy!
He's very lucky to have an uncle that sees him so well.

Thanks for sharing Fly!
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clovis29 Donating Member (279 posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon May-30-05 07:05 PM
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49. Very nice story
Sounds like a great kid.
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starroute Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun May-29-05 02:23 PM
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32. I love the America that ought to be
The America that my grandparents and great-grandparents came through Ellis Island for.

The America that my parents dreamed of all through the long hard years of the Depression and World War II. The America they thought they had in their grasp around the time I was born -- but that somehow just keeps slipping out of reach.

The fairer, truer, more decent America we seemed to be heading for until Kennedy got shot and the country got tangled up in Vietnam and "liberal" got turned into a dirty word.

The more this country gets trashed by people with no clue as to what the real America is about, the more I despair of ever seeing that real America come into being. But if it can't happen here, where on Earth could it happen?

I love the America of my parents' and grandparents' and great-grandparents' dreams, and I will fight until that America becomes the reality and all the dark might-have-beens dissipate into the mists of history.

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EFerrari Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun May-29-05 04:38 PM
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34. I love going light,
Edited on Sun May-29-05 04:39 PM by sfexpat2000
shedding all the things that this culture prods me to chase. We make just enough to support our community work. I love the simplicity and the freedom of living in this way.

I love collaboration and the power engendered by that simple gesture. Particularly when the collaborators share a common struggle that has been "disappeared" or sidelined in some way. Families dealing with serious mental health stuff banding together to support, learn and share. Working people reaching out to their homeless neighbors and walking together to solutions for the whole neighborhood.

I love hearing people laugh. There's so much to concern us if not, to scare us right back into bed in the morning. I worship Comus, patron saint of comedy.

Funny, but specific people or things or values don't come to mind at all. I love the process of improving something, one person's breakfast with a dollar, one neighbor's comfort by saying, "Hi there" as I walk passed them. The interplay of thoughtfulness and creativity that we see on so many of our project threads. I love that.

And maybe community is something I particularly love because raised by a single immigrant mother, one who became ill and left to her kids to manage. When I compare the isolation of those years with the possibilities we have now to be stigma and isolations busters, I love that.
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MadisonProgressive Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun May-29-05 04:45 PM
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35. I love a pure heart
Nobody has one, but we can try to attain it. Let your conscience be your guide. We all know right from wrong. The reward for making the RIGHT decision is greater than any wealth to be obtained in the physical world.
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xmas74 Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun May-29-05 06:58 PM
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36. What I love.
Edited on Sun May-29-05 06:58 PM by xmas74
My family's documented migration to this great land began in the early 1630's, settling in the Massachusetts Bay Colonies. They have been both wealthy and poverty-ridden. They have been Catholic and Protestant. They were English, Irish, Scottish, French, German, Swiss, Russian and even Native American. They came here for wealth and for religious freedom. They settled here as a means to escape hunger and poverty. They stayed to secure a better life for their own children.
They were never afraid to speak about what they believed in. They were revolutionaries. They fought tooth and nail to bring about a better way of life. They have served this country and they have served it proudly. They fought and won their independence during the founding of our country. They even gave up a part of their identity to this country (they changed the spelling of their last name to separate themselves from their Tory relatives). They loved this country.
My grandfather gave up a promising career in baseball for this country. He fought as a Ranger during WWII. He fought for our freedoms and the freedoms of those he had never met on two different fronts. He gave up his college education for this country. He gave this country his knees and almost lost his feet for this country (from frostbite). He was captured at Anzio and was a POW. During this time he learned the horrors of war. He learned what could happen to a country when a government was not kept check by its citizens. And he learned about the care and concern that total strangers could give to a person that their government demanded that they hate. It was a German hospital that saved his feet from amputation. If they had not looked at him as being just a man,he would have died from his wounds and frostbite. If they did not look at him and see their own sons in his eyes I would not be here today.
He learned to love his country more than ever but he learned to despise war. Sadly he had to learn that, at the end of his life, his country did not love him as much as he loved it.
My mother gave up her youth for me. She was still a teenager in high school when I was born. She gave up her life to raise me. She completed her GED in her free time. She chose to instill both of her children with compassion for all people even though many did not show any compassion towards her.
My father gave up his education for his country too. He chose to enlist. He served his country instead of finishing his degree and pursuing a career in journalism. He also taught both of his children compassion for all. He taught us to give of ourselves even when we had nothing to give. He taught us to worry about those who were less fortunate even when we did not have enough to support ourselves. He taught us to think our meal of turkey franks and commodity cheese as a feast when there were others who did not have access to that rather foul fare.
Now it is my turn. Every day I try to teach my daughter the same values that my family instilled in my youth. I want her to learn to love her country. I want her to love her family. I want her to learn to speak out against injustices.
I love my country. I love my family. Every time I sit back and allow others to ride roughshod over my families beliefs I dishonor my family. They once spoke out against the oppression of the British government. They fought more than once against oppression and injustice. They fought for freedom and for the rights of all to live free. Who am I to sit back and allow others to dishonor their legacies?
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elshiva Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon May-30-05 12:58 AM
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37. I love Mr. Pitt! Thank you, dear gentleman!
I love God, my family, DU, the College of Notre Dame of Maryland!!!
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thjay Donating Member (120 posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon May-30-05 01:24 AM
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38. I love reading Will Pitt
Most of all I love my family, my kids, my husband, my faith, my friends, my health, and my good fortune to live in a beautiful place. Mr Pitt, you remind me of all the good reasons to keep caring. Thank you.

I am quite certain that the generational cycle that has promised more opportunities for me than my parents, and more for my parents than my grandparents has been broken. Life will be harder for my children than it has been for me. This is what I care about the most. This is why I stayed tuned in. This is why I talk to my kids and tell them the truth about this war and the leaders that took us there.

When I'm tired of all the bad news and tired of caring, I pray for strength and guidance so that I may have a positive impact in a negative world.

I love my kids. I love my country. I want my children to love their country. This is what I fight for.
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Proud2BAmurkin Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon May-30-05 01:38 AM
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39. I love Scientology puppets
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judaspriestess Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon May-30-05 02:09 AM
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40. I love my Kittyboy
who is dying of cancer.......... He will be in heaven very soon

I love my mom, my boyfriend

I love my bulldog Thor and my sheltie Crystal!!

I love my house, my new 2005 Cadi STS

I love my Spurs!!!

I love Sushi and BBQ Brisket

I love life as hard as it can be at times!!
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judaspriestess Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon May-30-05 02:10 AM
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41. I love my kittyboy
who is dying of cancer, he will be going to heaven very soon......
This is my first pet that I have to put down, pure devastation
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Mnemosyne Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon May-30-05 10:45 AM
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46. So sorry judasp!
It is very heartbreaking to have to put a family member down, I've Deon it too many times, but your loving kindness will help end his suffering.
Rest assured, his heart will thank you.
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Swamp Rat Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon May-30-05 02:18 AM
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42. Love, love, love.
Love, love, love.
Love, love, love.

Theres nothing you can do that cant be done.
Nothing you can sing that cant be sung.
Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game.
Its easy.

Nothing you can make that cant be made.
No one you can save that cant be saved.
Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be you in time.
Its easy.

All you need is love.
All you need is love.
All you need is love, love.
Love is all you need.

All you need is love.
All you need is love.
All you need is love, love.
Love is all you need.

Nothing you can know that isnt known.
Nothing you can see that isnt shown.
Nowhere you can be that isnt where youre meant to be.
Its easy.

All you need is love.
All you need is love.
All you need is love, love.
Love is all you need.

All you need is love (all together, now!)
All you need is love. (everybody!)
All you need is love, love.
Love is all you need (love is all you need).

Yee-hai!
Oh yeah!
She loves you, yeah yeah yeah.
She loves you, yeah yeah yeah.

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donheld Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon May-30-05 03:12 AM
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43. Will, you are one hell of a writer
And this is a prime example of why i say that.
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Sapphire Blue Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon May-30-05 06:52 AM
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44. Wonder, hope, innocence, sharing, beauty within & without, the web of life
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La Coliniere Donating Member (581 posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon May-30-05 11:42 AM
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47. Thanks Will!
I love the fact that despite having read Zinn, Chomsky, Vidal et.al. and I have the same kind of contradictory feelings about the US as you do Mr. Pitt, that I continue to believe in the promise that is America.
I love my wife who understands and nurtures me.
I love my dad, a WWII vet whom we buried a year ago today. He taught his sons well and made it all possible for us.
I love my mom who continues to sustain us with her incredible spirit and basic humanity.
I love the DU Community. They give me hope on a daily basis.
I love the Truthseekers (you know who you are).
I love Turner Classic Movies, and C-SPAN.
I love amusement parks (though not entirely an American conception, they're absolutely an American phenomenon and obsession). If I hadn't had a recent orthopedic injury, I'd be out today riding roller coasters, celebrating this unique Americana of our shared past.
I love being an American, although I must add that some days, when the present political reality seems all so hopeless, I wished I was a Canadian. But I always come back to the realization that I'm not and I will continue to fight the good fight in the land of my birth.






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uppityperson Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon May-30-05 07:07 PM
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50. Thank you Will.
Please keep writing.
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BlueIris Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon May-30-05 08:36 PM
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51. I don't feel like sharing, but I'm with you, Will. Figure it out DUers.
Write it down. Then sign your name to it. In blood. I have, because I, like all of you, I hope, know what's at stake. I feel that I've already been tested, and will have the strength to stand by what I've agreed to die for when the proverbial whatever hits the fan. But that's me. If there are any of you who have not yet laid it all out for yourselves, and decided what your line in the sand will be, I second Will's recommendation that you do so as soon as possible.
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CaliforniaPeggy Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon May-30-05 08:38 PM
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52. Great post, Will...
I can't begin to write the way you do. Let me just say that this weekend, I've spent a good part of these three days at a local fair. I helped run a table by our local Democratic club; a number of people came by to see what we're up to. It was fun, and heartening, to hear what they had to say. Some of them signed up to help us in the future.

I rode a bus to and from the fair, and that bus took us by a former school that now has other community purposes. On the wall is an inscription that I believe is Biblical. It is appropriate to our country where we are now. It states: "Where there is no vision, the people perish." I've thought about that phrase a lot, and now it seems to be appropriate for us as a whole. I fear that we are in extreme danger of losing our vision.

To me, our vision is what holds us together, and propels us into the future. It is the common bond that makes us strong, and progressive. I feel that this bond, this vision, is disappearing. When we become satisfied with "reality TV" and which celebrity is on trial, or who is breaking up with whom, and we no longer care about what's happening in Washington D.C., then we are in danger of losing our vision. When we become complacent about our government, and about what it is doing in our name, then there is danger for the future of our country, and for us.

Somehow, we must turn our country back towards her greatness of spirit and progressiveness. I don't know how. But we must, or we will perish.
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UTUSN Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon May-30-05 08:57 PM
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53. I Would Fight for an End to Blather n/t
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