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True True. and it cost more then just money right. I hate my job and glad im gettin out soon.
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Edited by
Rapunzel
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Sat 04/12/08 04:58 PM
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it is so tragic....
it is sickness to the millionth degree they care more about their mass amounts of money than they care about the soldiers who are risking their limbs and lives & many of whom who have lost both i wish our troops could all come home now... and let the greedy selfish people fight their own wars |
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Still at it are ya madison......you know this gets old
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Edited by
Rapunzel
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Sat 04/12/08 05:03 PM
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Still at it are ya madison......you know this gets old i suppose it does get old but we are all in this together |
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Still at it are ya madison......you know this gets old |
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Let us not forget that the NeoConservatives find their roots in the teachings of Trotsky. One of his philosphies is of Permanent Revolution, so a majority of your Neocons do like the idea of perpetual war.
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True True. and it cost more then just money right. I hate my job and glad im gettin out soon. Wiccancowboy: Thank You! -Drew |
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Let us not forget that the NeoConservatives find their roots in the teachings of Trotsky. One of his philosphies is of Permanent Revolution, so a majority of your Neocons do like the idea of perpetual war. |
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this song summs it up for me.the rich keep the war going to get richer and the poor die fighting it.This war is vietnam all over again,us trying to clean up another country's mess.like i said earlier let the different factions fight each other and bring our boys home alive,not in numbered body bags.How many "walls"do we have to build to our fallen dead before the people of this nation say "no more".
fortunate son by ccr Some folks are born made to wave the flag, Ooh, theyre red, white and blue. And when the band plays hail to the chief, Ooh, they point the cannon at you, lord, It aint me, it aint me, I aint no senators son, son. It aint me, it aint me; I aint no fortunate one, no, Yeah! Some folks are born silver spoon in hand, Lord, dont they help themselves, oh. But when the taxman comes to the door, Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes, It aint me, it aint me, I aint no millionaires son, no. It aint me, it aint me; I aint no fortunate one, no. Some folks inherit star spangled eyes, Ooh, they send you down to war, lord, And when you ask them, how much should we give? Ooh, they only answer more! more! more! yoh, It aint me, it aint me, I aint no military son, son. It aint me, it aint me; I aint no fortunate one, one. It aint me, it aint me, I aint no fortunate one, no no no, It aint me, it aint me, I aint no fortunate son, no no no, |
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Madison, It was most definitely Trotsky.
http://www.trotsky.net/permanentrev.html |
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this song summs it up for me.the rich keep the war going to get richer and the poor die fighting it.This war is vietnam all over again,us trying to clean up another country's mess.like i said earlier let the different factions fight each other and bring our boys home alive,not in numbered body bags.How many "walls"do we have to build to our fallen dead before the people of this nation say "no more". fortunate son by ccr Some folks are born made to wave the flag, Ooh, theyre red, white and blue. And when the band plays hail to the chief, Ooh, they point the cannon at you, lord, It aint me, it aint me, I aint no senators son, son. It aint me, it aint me; I aint no fortunate one, no, Yeah! Some folks are born silver spoon in hand, Lord, dont they help themselves, oh. But when the taxman comes to the door, Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes, It aint me, it aint me, I aint no millionaires son, no. It aint me, it aint me; I aint no fortunate one, no. Some folks inherit star spangled eyes, Ooh, they send you down to war, lord, And when you ask them, how much should we give? Ooh, they only answer more! more! more! yoh, It aint me, it aint me, I aint no military son, son. It aint me, it aint me; I aint no fortunate one, one. It aint me, it aint me, I aint no fortunate one, no no no, It aint me, it aint me, I aint no fortunate son, no no no, very excellent message... Jackie good ole Creedence Clearwater Revival |
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this song summs it up for me.the rich keep the war going to get richer and the poor die fighting it.This war is vietnam all over again,us trying to clean up another country's mess.like i said earlier let the different factions fight each other and bring our boys home alive,not in numbered body bags.How many "walls"do we have to build to our fallen dead before the people of this nation say "no more". fortunate son by ccr Some folks are born made to wave the flag, Ooh, theyre red, white and blue. And when the band plays hail to the chief, Ooh, they point the cannon at you, lord, It aint me, it aint me, I aint no senators son, son. It aint me, it aint me; I aint no fortunate one, no, Yeah! Some folks are born silver spoon in hand, Lord, dont they help themselves, oh. But when the taxman comes to the door, Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes, It aint me, it aint me, I aint no millionaires son, no. It aint me, it aint me; I aint no fortunate one, no. Some folks inherit star spangled eyes, Ooh, they send you down to war, lord, And when you ask them, how much should we give? Ooh, they only answer more! more! more! yoh, It aint me, it aint me, I aint no military son, son. It aint me, it aint me; I aint no fortunate one, one. It aint me, it aint me, I aint no fortunate one, no no no, It aint me, it aint me, I aint no fortunate son, no no no, very excellent message... Jackie good ole Creedence Clearwater Revival thanx ;) |
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this song summs it up for me.the rich keep the war going to get richer and the poor die fighting it.This war is vietnam all over again,us trying to clean up another country's mess.like i said earlier let the different factions fight each other and bring our boys home alive,not in numbered body bags.How many "walls"do we have to build to our fallen dead before the people of this nation say "no more". fortunate son by ccr Some folks are born made to wave the flag, Ooh, theyre red, white and blue. And when the band plays hail to the chief, Ooh, they point the cannon at you, lord, It aint me, it aint me, I aint no senators son, son. It aint me, it aint me; I aint no fortunate one, no, Yeah! Some folks are born silver spoon in hand, Lord, dont they help themselves, oh. But when the taxman comes to the door, Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes, It aint me, it aint me, I aint no millionaires son, no. It aint me, it aint me; I aint no fortunate one, no. Some folks inherit star spangled eyes, Ooh, they send you down to war, lord, And when you ask them, how much should we give? Ooh, they only answer more! more! more! yoh, It aint me, it aint me, I aint no military son, son. It aint me, it aint me; I aint no fortunate one, one. It aint me, it aint me, I aint no fortunate one, no no no, It aint me, it aint me, I aint no fortunate son, no no no, very excellent message... Jackie good ole Creedence Clearwater Revival thanx ;) No thank you! |
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Edited by
Rapunzel
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Sun 04/13/08 07:04 PM
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Why Fanta ? please
i really want to know why you say no thank you ??? |
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By the way, quoting fogerty! That's just fine... just fine indeed!
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Why Fanta ? please i really want to know why you say no thank you ??? NOooooooooooo,,,, Thank you |
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It doesnt sound the same in type
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It doesnt sound the same in type No..............thank you! Is that better fanta? |
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Edited by
Rapunzel
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Sun 04/13/08 07:38 PM
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It doesnt sound the same in type i'm gonna call you now... |
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this song summs it up for me.the rich keep the war going to get richer and the poor die fighting it.This war is vietnam all over again,us trying to clean up another country's mess.like i said earlier let the different factions fight each other and bring our boys home alive,not in numbered body bags.How many "walls"do we have to build to our fallen dead before the people of this nation say "no more". fortunate son by ccr Some folks are born made to wave the flag, Ooh, theyre red, white and blue. And when the band plays hail to the chief, Ooh, they point the cannon at you, lord, It aint me, it aint me, I aint no senators son, son. It aint me, it aint me; I aint no fortunate one, no, Yeah! Some folks are born silver spoon in hand, Lord, dont they help themselves, oh. But when the taxman comes to the door, Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes, It aint me, it aint me, I aint no millionaires son, no. It aint me, it aint me; I aint no fortunate one, no. Some folks inherit star spangled eyes, Ooh, they send you down to war, lord, And when you ask them, how much should we give? Ooh, they only answer more! more! more! yoh, It aint me, it aint me, I aint no military son, son. It aint me, it aint me; I aint no fortunate one, one. It aint me, it aint me, I aint no fortunate one, no no no, It aint me, it aint me, I aint no fortunate son, no no no, very excellent message... Jackie good ole Creedence Clearwater Revival thanx ;) No thank you! your welcome. |
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