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"So. Our ancestors clawed their way out of the caves, fought behemoths with their bare hands; survived earthquakes, floods, volcanic eruptions, meteor showers and plagues, all so their descendents could sit on the road and wail." - Pundita |
Monday, February 10, 2003
Hmmm. There's something wrong with this scenario. Although of course I'm picturing someone claiming that it was really a one-armed man who got the degree.
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I totally agree. This waiting has me on edge. Not in a develop-an-ulcer kind of way, more in a just a little tension-in-the-shoulders kind of thing. I think that I have a pretty good idea what's going to happen, but I don't know when. Always expecting it begins to wear on you. How on earth did this country live like this for years at a time? I suppose part of it is the new fear of an unannounced undeclared attack on civilian targets. When you worry that your enemies may target your schools and hospitals with no warning, it's bound to set you on edge. In the past it was a pretty safe bet that our enemies would follow rules. Not neccessarily our rules, but some kind of consistent rules.
I wish we would all just get on with it.
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