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(7/29/09) WEDNESDAY


Iran 'releases 140 demonstrators'
Was it dark in there? Were you in pain? Is it light outside on the path to sovereignty? Do you have the same evil upon your streets as we? Why does gloom sit with you on the crimson sidewalk?

Careful that you not tarry long, for wickedness will surely wipe the efforts of tyrants upon your joy.

Gates says U.S. urban pullout in Iraq going well
Are you proud?

Rush to war has made us slaves, not free men. America, listen to this- the clack of warfare and greed are noiseless compared to the sharp whip of slavery which is giving birth to a world that will soon bow to tyranny.

Iraqi Forces Reportedly Open Fire, Beat Iranian Exiles
Has it endured our stay? Has it remained; death? Through the liquid sidewalks and solid air I can see the faces of those still trapped there, staring out with astonishment that their brother had come to kill them.

Suspect In Abortion Doctor's Death Pleads Not Guilty
How does it feel to be "Not guilty"? Yes. You're not guilty of aborting a fetus or guilty of abandoning your tired faith or guilty of rising above your ignorance. You’re not guilty, but you are a murderer.

Study: Tanning beds up cancer risk
New study just released says that nearly all findings in studies like this are known to people with a heart beat. Another study filed under “No kidding!”
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