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A Vow of Sanity (1/10/10 Head-Lines)


NYT: Feds hid truth about immigrant jail deaths
These ghosts without features or moans have not found us sleeping, not like a terrorist whose shadows readily snuggle up to our doubts bringing us to such savagery and screeching piteous damnation! Not these hidden specters, they’re use is for our future dread.

'CIA bomber' vowed revenge
How can there be a call for god-fowled revenge when we've done nothing to inflame them? How can we counter such murderous rage of our innocence, when we’re blameless, righteous, perfect, loving, divine, sympathetic, inspiring, honorable, noble and kind?

For Top Bonuses on Wall Street, 7 Figures or 8?
Numbers. Numbers. Numbers. Numbers. All these damned numbers! They’re useless and stolen.

Obama launches new push for healthcare overhaul
They still want to murder the goodness that is ready. We’ll just stand around pointing as the shots are fired so as to not feel the gaping wounds or see the gushing blood, but, and this is significant, it will be ours.

Petraeus: U.S. won't put troops in Yemen
Why do we “put troops in” anywhere? Has someone called for them to be put there? “Put them there, no over there, no, just over there!” Stop this monstrous game! End it! Put them here, just here and leave them here, the only call anyone can actually hear is, “Bring them home!”



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