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THURSDAY (8/28/08)

Russia Faces Fresh Condemnation
The truth is never easy and it’s often ugly. Beyond this, and the scripted condemnation, sits an eyeless monster solemnizing the eagle’s perch.

Democrats Make Historic Pick: It's Obama
In the land of the free and home of the brave. Yes. In the land of the huddled masses yearning, white eyes have at last measured the slow turn of equality.

Gustav heads for Cuba, leaving trail of death
Gustav’s eye seems to wink, gazing down upon its death and destruction, as if to say, “I’m a tempest of nature, yet so many are envious, resentful that my weaponry isn't man-made... Such fools.”

© 2008 mrp/tpm

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