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Beside the fact that their party is crumbling beneath them and they haven't the sense to vet their own vice presidential candidate, another reason the delegates aren't making the trip into St. Paul is because thousands of protesters have been in the streets, blocking delegate busses, voicing dissent and confronting a police presence that is extremely repressive of civil rights to protest. Not that this would be noted by the main stream media.
Farivar should have mentioned that the new Apple laptops will have firewire 800 in his article. Though it's a little annoying that apple has dropped 400, all one needs to do is buy a 400 to 800 converter cable. Not that big of a deal.
Tire Swinging!!!
She's a war criminal. don't give her too much sympathy and accolades, please.
Hey jeb, who are you talking about? The democratic candidates? the electorate?
Easton is one of the largest if not the largest hockey equipment brands.
Get that child on some skates!
Easton is one of the largest if not the largest hockey equipment brands.
Get that child on some skates!
Little Harry Reid from Searchlight, NV. Perhaps he can surpass all expectations.
I wonder what America needs more in the eyes of the world than some sort of investigation into our torturing ways. I sincerely hope that everyone who says Obama won't obstruct such an investigation and is only posturing for political ends is correct.
A person I'd grown up around and who I liked but who I'd never considered a close friend passed away a few years ago, and to this day his wide circle of friends (he was one of those people who connected so well with others, plus we're from a small city where everyone starts to know each other) continue to post comments on his myspace page. After reading this article I went and looked at his page, and I was struck with a feeling I'd had before when looking at the site. Even though I don't use myspace anymore, I wished and wish I was friends with him on there, so that I could post a comment or a photo, or maybe even, as silly as it feels, but considered among those folks he called friends. For all my skepticism about social networking, it's funny when it ends up feeling somehow important.
Signature = His myspace page