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TUESDAY 04/15/08

Iraq’s Free Ride may be Over
Sand. Rivers. Palm trees. Iraq. The freedom ride’s come to an end. What have you been doing these last five years? When you’re occupied you do not lollygag about! You ignore the dead and dying, you tough it out and get back to work! Sand. Rivers. Palm Trees.

China ‘Now Top Carbon Polluter’
Black air finally has found the ashen lungs of another's living to fill in the shadows.

Wal-Mart to Film Gun Sales in Bid to Fight Crime
The mammoth’s face grins over the interstate. Made of brick with a sightless gape it drains us of its plans.

Retailing Chains Caught in a Wave of Bankruptcies
Behind the smiling clerk’s teeth, like the noise of a rodent in a trash can, the words hide in the bottom of the mouth, "For God’s sake! Buy something!”

Mass Grave Found South of Baghdad
This news doesn’t really matter in the end. Fourteen bodies buried in a field won’t compute, the abacus beads were used up long ago.

GOP Lawmaker Apologizes for Referring to Obama as ‘Boy’
And maybe it was just that, a poor choice of words, an erroneous epithet, slip of the master’s tongue. Obama will easily accept the apology. Now if everyone will just forgive Obama for speaking candidly, the rumbling of “boy” will be excused away. Shallow, like the measure of race in a beauty pageant.




© 2008 mrp/tpm

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