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SUNDAY 04/13/08

Clinton Accuses Rival of Elitism After Obama Says Some Voters are Bitter
Stewards of prosperity narrow their eyes at our despair, a wrinkled desire for our failure folded under their brows. It is with harsh certainty that they will pawn our dreams. No. Failure’s not purchased like bread.

Deadly Blast Strikes Iran Mosque
And with its isolation comes human surrender hovering near the crater left by religion’s perplexity, war's clarity.

Regional Leaders Urge Fast Zimbabwe Poll Result
Yes. Hastily now, for her people, heirs to South Africa’s grief, her soul’s expedience.

Secret Iraqi Deal Shows Problems in Arms Orders
What can we learn from history? The hue of deception? The burnish of truth? Yes.

Britain Warns Terror Threat is Worsening
Hatred comes from fearing. Death from living. Terror comes not at all, unless something brings its giving.

HUD Chief Inattentive to Crisis, Critics Say
And who are they, living in that place all these years, waging war on shadows, purchasing weapons with blood?


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