crap, one almost, but not quite, feels sorry for romney --- getting beaten about the head over all of his business experience in the 1990s, having to ignore his signature achievement as governor of taxachusetts, and all these people wanting to look at his income-tax returns and get all up in his business --- it is a very sad day for america, isn't it?
BWWWWWWAAAAAAAA!!!
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7/18/2012 06:49:00 PM
Each of us is all the sums he has not counted: subtract us into nakedness and night again, and you shall see begin in Crete four thousand years ago the love that ended yesterday in Texas.
The seed of our destruction will blossom in the desert, the alexin of our cure grows by a mountain rock, and our lives are haunted by a Georgia slattern, because a London cutpurse went unhung. Each moment is the fruit of forty thousand years. The minute-winning days, like flies, buzz home to death, and every moment is a window on all time.
john northbrooke, c. 1570
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