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"One robin don't mean spring"
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157
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if it moves you, copy it and pass it along so that
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people everywhere will understand what is really
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happening in Mexico.
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This is NOT a "family feud" -
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this is strategic genocide of the Maya people!
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MAYA DEATH IN CHIAPAS
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by Jeeni Criscenzo
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She prayed with the other women in the church,
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in this makeshift place that is not home,
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this place that offers nothing except a respite from terror,
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from the thugs who have burned and raped and murdered
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the thugs who waited and watched while the coffee plants grew,
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watched the Maya farmers tend their delicate plants,
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watched the coffee prices rise,
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watched her belly grow round with child while she worked in the field.
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She prayed with the barefoot others and children,
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her man missing, like many others, held at gunpoint
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to harvest his crop for thieves,
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for the PRI-istas who loaded trucks with their plundered harvest,
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the PRI-istas who have pillaged their future,
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stolen the fruits of months of toil,
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stolen their only hope for survival in the coming year,
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stolen their strength to resist enslavement.
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She prayed with the shivering refugees,
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beseeching her ancestors and saints with prayer,
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to protect those hiding in the forest who have taken up their cause,
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to defeat a government who strategically arms their enemies,
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those pariah who call no one mother and father,
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those wild ones who have given their souls to the PRI,
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forsaken their heritage for the awe a weapon wields,
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forsaken their ancestors for the bandit's life,
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forsaken their community for the promises of thieves.
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She prayed with her fellow Maya near Acteal, Chiapas,
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three days before the celebration of Christmas,
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while warm, well-fed children in far away places prayed for toys,
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she turned to the deadly "hck" of fifty government issue AK-47s
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aimed at a church full of unarmed people,
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she turned from the hail of machine gun fire
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set on a community of helpless victims,
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she ran for the cover of bushes by the river,
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ran from a barrage of bullets named "politics" and "greed",
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ran for the futile chance her unborn child would survive.
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But she could not run faster than their bullets.
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She laid on the ground with the other bodies.
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Her blood-soaked huipil could not conceal
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that her attacker was not satisfied to gun her down
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with forty-four other innocents.
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Her eyes wide with death watched the vermin as he thrust his machete
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into her womb.
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The last thought to move through her mind, a question:
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"What threat was this infant to your PRI?
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Jacinto Arias Cruz?" "What threat was this infant to your PRI?
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Licenciado Julio Cesar Ruiz Ferro?"
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"What threat was this infant to your PRI?
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President Zedillo?"
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Copyright 1998 Jeeni Criscenzo.
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Permission is given to reprint and pass along
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this poem in any media with this copyright notice
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and permission included.
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Your feedback can be sent to:
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jeeni@criscenzo.com
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GREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEETINGS,
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AND WELCOME TO ATI. Apropriated Technology, Int.
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I'm your tourguide, Prime Anarchist.
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Your butt can be used as a flotation device.
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This IS your hackerzine of hope.
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Here's my column. And then you get the usual #'s
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run, letters to the ediface, and weird news. Oh, and
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of course the poetry dotting us all around and in
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the end.
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=COLUMN=
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MUST I SAY THIS AGAIN: A Mini-column by Prime Anarchist
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Job: Television Broadcast Assistant.
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Camera operator needed for our morning and noon shows.
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Job duties include, but not limited to studio camera
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operation, teleprompter and floor directing. Knowlege
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of television operations a plus but not required. This
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is a part-time entry level position averaging 32 hours/
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week.
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Send resume to:
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Resume?
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Resume?!? Resume!!!
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Be glad if I use my own pen, because I'm going to be using
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YOUR PAPER. Settle for an application, thug. If I bring a
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resume I'm coming after your job or that of YOUR boss.
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'Tis The Season.
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For retailers all over the US and especially the Northeast
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and the left coast to be of one mindset.
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One philosophy.
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One accord.
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"If I don't average $1000 per hour gross, the next couple
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weeks straight, I can't somehow justify my $6 per hour salary
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plus little or no benefits.
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Let the treadmill roll on.
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Here's to its oneday somehow falling off track.
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OPEN LETTER TO BOB GUCCIONE, JR.
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Does a frisbee *really* hold 3 pints?!?
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---
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ATI a two-step away from freedom
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---
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When I bite into a York Peppermint Patty --
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Nothing *$%&ing happens!!! It just taste
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pretty good. Nothing more, nothing less.
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Happy Chronika.
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For people who aren't Christian OR Jewish or rooted in any other
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particular spirituality, but they still feel the need to "keep
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time," we have the all new:
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CHRONIKA - that new festivus for the rest of yous...
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poem for newt (1994)
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by Sebastian Mendler
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you
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you rode into the palace on the backs of alligators
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and bade them feast on all within
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now
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you are in the palace
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and
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they are still there, waiting for you in the moat
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you
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you loosed a swarm of bees to torment your enemies
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now
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they have forgotten entirely how to make honey
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now
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they are still there, waiting on your windowsill
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you
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you do not know what you have done
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you
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you invoked the hurricane
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and imagined that you were still sheltered
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you
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you called up the earthquake
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and forgot how close to the fault line you stood
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you
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you unleashed the hydra
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and fed it on fat pigs (who to be sure were ripe for slaughter)
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but now
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the hydra is still hungry
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and you
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you will run out of enemies before it is satisfied
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and it will be satisfied
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and it will feast
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and it will feast on the snakes
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and skunks
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and weasels
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that rode into the palace clinging to your ankles
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and it will feast
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and it will take particular pleasure in feasting
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on
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newts
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AN OPEN LETTER TO CHRIS-IN-THE-MORNING:
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Hawking Mustang???
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#
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#
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#
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#
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Here's a phew #'s 4 U
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http://www.seattletimes.com/news/nation-world/html98/trib_120798.html
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http://www.hackernews.com
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http://www.joanneshenandoah.com
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http://morehouse.org/hin
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http://shell.rmii.com/~jkelin/earl.html
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http://mycal.net/ifj
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http://www.netgsi.com/~fcowboy
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http://www.geocities.com/soho/gallery/5502
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http://www.jaguarsystems.com/sondra
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http://www.songpro.com
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http://www.freespeech.org/kokopeli
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http://www.olga.net
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http://pw1.netcom.com/~kappel1
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http://globalgoodies.com
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http://www.dickshovel.com
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http://www.wampumbelts.com
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http://www.angelfire.com/wi/kokopeli/heymon.html
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http://www.nonviolence.org/slipperyslope
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LETTUCE AND TAMALES FROM THEMS 'AT READS US...
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Hi
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Thanks for sending your e-zine to me as I found it
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very intresting and liked it very much...
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I'd like to talk with you more about zines in
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general and such...
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Brock R
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Victoria BC Canada
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Support Your Federal Public Serivce Unions (PSAC)
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Http://www.psac.com / Http://www.unde-uden.com
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WRITE TO THE HOUSE OF COMMONS TO PROTEST CONTRACTING OUT!
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TO ATI FROM AARON:
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funny thing -- I was there too
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crossed the line with a friend and two other people (from ohio) --
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a blind man (at least 60, maybe 70) and his companion.
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I was in the bus that sang really well (about four busses
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down to the left, first wave of busses) --
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assuming you went across the line (which might not be true if
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you'd already gone). We were always getting mikes stuck in
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our windows from reporters =)
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Eleven students and one staff / admin person went from
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Notre Dame and Saint Mary's. And we all walked across the line.
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I think it made a big (huge?) impression upon the people who went
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down from here.
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you might have seen me (and i might have seen you).
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I'm a little over 6 feet and tried to stick-out
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(mostly because i'd either lost my group or was
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looking for people I'd know) and had my hair dyed
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slightly red.
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Peace,
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Aaron
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<Readers Respond>
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> Do you know if any of the people attending school of the americas
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> are under 17 or 18 years old? This notion came from a dream I had
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> last nite, it's probably better to just recount from my journal.
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I have not seen any documentation about the ages of SOA students.
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However, I doubt that anybody less than 18 years old would be sent to
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(or accepted by) the US for military training.
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Hope that helps.
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Margarita
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Hi Marco,
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Good to hear from you.
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I had a lot of friends that
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went to Fort Benning.
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I almost feel like I was there.
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I'm glad you got to meet Martin Sheen.
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I was with him at a couple of demonstrations
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but never was introduced.
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I hear there is going to be a movie about the SOA.
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Maybe it really will get closed.
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There is no question but you won.
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The moral is never to do anything for the pay off.
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Motivation is all. What do you think?
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Be cool and stay in touch,
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Scott
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to: ati@etext.org
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life is good,
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sarah.
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"In Germany they first came for the communists;
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I did not speak because I was not a communist.
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Then they came for the Jews; I did not speak because
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I was not a Jew. Then they came to fetch the workers,
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members of trade unions; I did not speak because I was
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not a trade unionist. Afterward, they came for the Catholics;
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I did not say anything because I was a Protestant.
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Eventually they came for me,
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and there was no one left to speak."
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--Pastor Martin Niemoller,
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imprisoned by the Third Reich.
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!!SPEAK FOR THE VOICELESS!!
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Just dont give me no ca cay cay cayanneeee peppper.
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Dont like peppers on my fry bread either.
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My dog likes the music tho.
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she was howling like she does when
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she hears the sirens.
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yowllllllllllllllllllllllllll!!!!!!!!!!!
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sipish
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NA MU MYO HO REN GE KYO
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Dear Marco San
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It is great to hear from you. Couple of students from
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Le Moyne College went to protest in front of the
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School of the Americas. One of the students
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recognized the drum of the Myohoji monks
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and he was very excited when he
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came back and told me the
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story about Georgia.
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Please keep up
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ur good work.
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Take Care.....
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Peace Always
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With Palms Together
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Priyadarshi
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=== response? ati@etext.org ===
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Poet Tree
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by Selfless Intelligence
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The "truth" may "set" the
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CIA "free,"
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But poetry
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Is all that's left
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Of the people you see.
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By, and for and of.
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The truth that an operative
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Never could "see"
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Remains and moves
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Inside the truly free.
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We who can hear, feel and see
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The Poet Tree
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(PAWN) Prime Anarchist World Newz
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New York, NY. MOHEGAN BUYS LIBERTY ISLAND.
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A member of the Mohegan tribe has purchased Liberty Island,
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home of the Statue of Liberty.
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In a zoning board of appeals suit filed Nov. 18, in US
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District Court, NYC. Timothy Studard of Stonington Conn., is
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defending his right to own all the land around the Statue of
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Liberty.
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"If Pfizer can do it to a little old lady's house in Groton,"
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said Studard, "Than I can do it to a bigger older lady."
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Studard, 35, wants to determine he really owns the land. He
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says he will seek some of the revenue from the Statue of Liberty
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if he wins. He also promised that the Statue would remain as is
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if the suit is successful.
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Aside from the Statue, Studard is planning a small casino, an
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ice sculpture and a place where people can hunt deer and coyotes
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year round.
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-30-
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<INLINE>Navajo elder Pauline Whitesinger tells a special investigator
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on religious intolerance from the United Nations,
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"all religions are sacred, including those of Native America,"
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when he visited the Navajo Reservation last February where he slept
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in Hogans by a woodstove for five nights and four days. Amor was his
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last name and he was from France. We happen to have forgotten his
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first name. Was it Luis?
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His job? The UN is preparing to indict US officials sometime in
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2001 for genocides perhaps worse than Pinochio and
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hITTler combined. Of course George Busch and Oliver South have already
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pardoned each other.
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North Dakota (PAWN) - David, Age 9, won grand prize in the Phillup
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Morris/Krafft BlueBox contest.
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Using an ordinary box of macaroni and cheese he managed to blow
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2600HZ into a telephone, thereby getting a phree phone call, just
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like CIA operatives around the world enjoy. Michael, age 5, came in
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second with 2597HZ while Colleen, age 9, and Danielle, age 11, tied
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for third with tones of 2595, which still siezes a trunk-line; just
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not right away.
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Jessica, age 5, and Liesl, age 11, both from Texas will receive
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scholarships to the Jon Benet school of phone-sex operations. They
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didn't blow very well, but they looked really cute the way mommy and
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daddy dolled them up.
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A Bad Example of Throwing Tones:
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Playing "Welcome To The Jungle" over and over at
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hurtful wattage in a US DOD sanctioned attempt to
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drive Manuel Noriega so crazy he'll come out of
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his Vatican hideout - 1989
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Fine Example(s) of Throwing Tones:
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13 Tibetan singing/talking bowls taking out air traffic
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control.
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"I love you."
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"I forgive you."
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"How do you like your coffee?"
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Aargh!?!
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Shelter Notes by this Marc Frucht guy.
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What did I start??!??
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2 Christmases ago I began shaving my head clean. I've gotten used
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to it despite so missing the long-ass ponytail I used to sport
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before that.
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A teenager here at the shelter I help run shaved his head because
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he thought it looked "really dope," on me. Now he comes back from the
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Fox River Mall with "FuBu" carved into the back of his head. He's a
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little perplexed as to why I didn't immediately think that was the
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way coolest thing I'd ever seen.
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For those of you who have no idea what I'm referring to, FB is the
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next Tommy Hilfiger. Pants, sweatshirts, underclothing, lunchboxes,
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sunglasses, maybe even a Hansens Toaster Strudel Endorsement.
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Ayeee!!
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Maybe next I'll tattoo "Pepsi" in blue on my left ass-cheek.
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"Been there; done that," you tell me?
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Aargh.
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9 out of 10 men using Propeesha had gruesome hair.
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Women who are pregnant must NOT run their fingers
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through their spouses'.
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ATI.
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Shifting
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paradigms
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for
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11
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years.
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As per usual, we end with poetry, because
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In the end.
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Alls we's left wiff is myth...
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I was a WalMart CareBear Wannabe
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a poem by Lisa Martinovic
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it was the grand opening
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it was a big responsibility
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and my temp agency chose me
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for this mission
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at seven AM
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at the grand opening of the new WalMart SuperCenter
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I would don a CareBear costume
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head out onto the floor
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and spend 12 happy hours
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meeting and greeting
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kids of all ages
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I was flushed with excitement at the very thought
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told all my friends
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couldn't sleep for days
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so imagine my disappointment
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when I got the call
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seems CareBear corporate decided to send
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one of their own people to fill the estimable shoes
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of this lovable creature that means so much to so many
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boy did they miss out!
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If I was their CareBear
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I'd bring a whole new dimension to that role
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I'd comport myself with jovial avuncularity
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hopping, skipping and jumping down aisle after aisle
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of fine quality products
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that wouldn't dream of putting any cry-baby
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local merchants out of business
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I'd direct bargain-crazed shoppers to big BIG savings on
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merchandise crafted with pride in Third World countries
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by people enjoying optimal working conditions
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and I'd make it my mission in life to lead new WalMart Associates
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to the very back of the store
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through two warehouses
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and into the locked storm cellar
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in case any WalMart customer ever
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asked where they could recycle their five hundred thousand
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blue plastic sacks
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and when I was through making points with WalMart management
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I'd romp gaily with other gargantuan corporate mascots
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perhaps perambulate with Mr. Peanut
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in the Garden Poisoning section
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maybe make merry with a massive M&M
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in the Disguise the Smell of Women's Genitalia aisle
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meanwhile, my friends would arrive en masse
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cameras at the ready
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eager to record this historic event
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sure to inspire giggles for generations to come
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but I'd leave my CareBear head on
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and they couldn't tell me from a six foot Vlasic pickle
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I'd later develop an extreme allergic reaction
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to the plastic lining of that CareBear head
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I'd sue WalMart for animal rights violations
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and worker's compensation
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a messy public trial would ensue
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I'd settle out of court and be set for days
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But they don't know that yet, so first
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I'd scamper back to the toy department
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for an hour or two of jostling crabby youngsters on my knee
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Before long the media-savvy tots
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conveniently misconstruing my innocent gestures
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would band together in a class action lawsuit
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claiming sexual molestation
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by a deranged CareBear!
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stunned by the allegations
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I'd slip into the bathroom
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inches ahead of the obligatory National Enquirer onslaught and
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ditch the costume in a diaper changing station
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only to emerge as just another satisfied WalMart consumer
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forever pushing that shopping cart through the
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Buy More Save More-One Size Fits All-Artificially
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Flavored and Sweetened
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aisle of life
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If you enjoyed your ride,
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please tell friends, ok?
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=== response? ati@etext.org ===
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