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SUNDAY (5/05/08)

Lawyer says Austrian incest father "a broken man"
Within the walls of an unheard from grief, amidst a father’s breaking, stood the truly broken, flesh and blood, children and grandchildren, spirits ridden to stillness, broken like horses.

Hezbollah Trains Iraqis in Iran, Officials Say
A rat a tat tat boom bam clang. Listen for the drums again. A rat a tat tat boom bam clang. Hezbollah trains in Iran. A rat a tat tat boom bam clang. Listen for the drums again. A rat a tat tat boom bam clang. Empire aim’s for the Iranians. A rat a tat tat boom bam clang. Now listen for the drums again.

Girl has mother killed to save honor
O child, was there any honor in the deal you made to have your mother sent to grave? It wasn’t a family’s honor you sought, it was its love. (It would seem your mother had more.)

USS Cole Plotters Are Free (escaped and/or released)
It is easier to blindly run through a torrent of rain and escape over a heavily fortified wall than it is to run headlong into the truth.

Fox News: Obama Handled Wright Crisis Well
Yet those that tore away at the words, scraped the frame with grave deception and blasted the bleakest considerations, will continue to mislead the people.

Tonight they’ll stop by their child’s room, and looking down upon them sleeping, force a smile instead of weeping at what they cannot say.


© 2008 mrp/tpm
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