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from the center, when we all/or many, many of us coalesced round the images of the towers coming down, the point of a bayonet pointed that way, over there...somewhere...
goof-ball, mafia/neo 1940's german corporatist dressing Tony Blankley refers to it as "riding to the sound of the guns" and away we went pie-eyed fools that we are and for whatever reasons, so that in a very real sense, very real indeed, 'they' are correct when 'they' say,
"There is where we are" oh my, how to disengage?
but then the split, the schism in time; center-right always tough always pissy intransigent condescending...seeming to understand the game is better played shoulder to shoulder they move forward however wrong,
while center-left splits & fragments, too often like cookie crumbs witness the deal of the day which is no deal at all,
only chattering while the parade passes, it's time to move imo to the center where the levers, the ropes, the bells, the whistles, and the buttons of power are more apt to be accessed...
it's time imo to start talking to...and not past each other, if we want this crazy bush thing to end
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