October 30, 2004
More Reasons to Vote For Kerry: No One Likes Bush
Look, I know that my last political diatribe might not have been the most eloquent, despite my high ambitions for it. I was searching for a clip I couldn't find that would explain a lot of my sentiments on Bush's flip-flopping, but couldn't find it. Here it is, if you want to listen. (via Air America, I'm told) However, what I do want to point out is the fundamental reason that I don't like Bush: his own people don't like him. And they recognize that whatever the problems they may have with Kerry, it is absolutely true that "Bush has behaved like a caricature of what a right-wing president is supposed to be, and his continuation in office will discredit any sort of conservatism for generations." This comes from a conservative magazine. Conservative. Say it with me: his people don't trust him. More quotations below, but I hope you'll read the article in full. >To the surprise of virtually everyone, Bush has turned into an important president, and in many ways the most radical America has had since the 19th century. >[I]t is as if Bush sought to resurrect every false 1960s-era left-wing cliché about predatory imperialism and turn it into administration policy. >Bush has accomplished this by giving the U.S. a novel foreign-policy doctrine under which it arrogates to itself the right to invade any country it wants if it feels threatened. It is an American version of the Brezhnev Doctrine, but the latter was at least confined to Eastern Europe. >These sentiments mean that as long as Bush is president, we have no real allies in the world, no friends to help us dig out from the Iraq quagmire. More tragically, they mean that if terrorists succeed in striking at the United States in another 9/11-type attack, many in the world will not only think of the American victims but also of the thousands and thousands of Iraqi civilians.... >I’ve heard people who have known George W. Bush for decades and served prominently in his father’s administration say that he could not possibly have conceived of the doctrine of pre-emptive war by himself....This was Politics , and it appeared on October 30, 2004 12:03 PM. | Comments (0) | TrackBack
October 28, 2004
My Grandfather's Happy
Sports history. Life history. Family history. My grandfather's speechless, and I can't stop grinning. The Red Sox won.This was Love , and it appeared on October 28, 2004 12:16 AM. | Comments (0) | TrackBack
October 27, 2004
Bush: Not a CEO, Not a Director, Not a President
Yesterday, in the business journal Compliance Week, former SEC Chairman Harvey Pitt proposed some guidelines for outside directors of companies.#[OD] Ironically, I think that his lessons about what an outsider can and should do are applicable to the presidency of the United States, particularly if you buy in to the theory of the "CEO President", as Mister W likes to be framed. Obviously, a CEO is an officer, and usually an inside director, but I believe that these rules apply equally to both kinds of directors.#[dir] Below, you'll find Pitt's pointers for potential directors, and my commentary as to whether I think the Bush has followed through on them. [OD]: For those who don't know, an outside director of a company is someone who is broad onto the board of directors without a prior connection--like being an employee--to the company. [dir]: Actually, the reason for the article in the first place--aside from Pitt's obligation to write a column each week--is that outside directors until recently were not held as closely responsible for the foibles of companies. This means that the rules really are meant to remind outside directors of the responsiblities of all directors. Here are some general guidelines for all directors to consider: 1. Understand your responsibilities. Being the President requires a balance of what Lyndon Johnson described as "guns and butter"; you have to match foreign affairs with domestic concerns. Bush has neglected, time and again, the domestic for the foreign affairs. If there is anyone who doubts this, consider the spectacular failure of our employment rates, our education of children, and the safety of this country. Why are we focused on foreign wars and democracies in other countries when we can barely police ourselves? Make no mistake, it is the precise opposite of safety from terror that we spend our time focusing abroad rather than internally. Bush does not understand this. 2. Monitor and assess corporate policies and procedures. In other words, there are rules that you must set, and rules you must follow, no matter how far up you are, and when things break down below you, it is not to be shuffled off on someone else--like Herr Ashcroft--but to be accepted as your responsibility. Yet we have a President who cannot recall a single mistake he'd ever made. 3. Understand the requirements and obligations associated with being a director. Guess what? The President doesn't understand that he cannot act as he would on his ranch in Texas. He has obligations to be a statesman, not just a commander-in-chief; the principal American, rather than the only American. He acts as if it is only his will that matters. For that matter, he is required to remember that, despite his belief that God called him to the job, he has a responsiblity to listen to and respond to the American people. And all that I have seen is a stubborn resistance to that call. 4. Assure the existence of effective delegation of oversight responsibilities. I don't trust John Ashcroft; even if you believe his policies, the fact that Bush sends him out and then cuts him down so as not to seem so bad suggests ineffective delegation. 5. Avoid constituency dictates. Stop listening to the Religious Right. Stop listening to the homophobes. Stop listening to any one group that got you where you are and start leading a country towards unity. Start doing what is best for the country. 6. Learn the business of the corporation. Does anyone else get the feeling that in the Bush Administration, one hand hasn't a clue as to what the other is doing? Shouldn't the guy at the top know it all? Does anyone really believe that he has even more than the slightest gloss on the facts of the US economy, even though he is theoretically an MBA holder? 7. Know where the company and its competitors stand. Maybe Bush is aware of this, but I'm convinced that he takes the stance of "competitor" or rival countries and twists them in his mind so as to make the best of himself. Nevertheless, I don't believe that he knows where this country stands, ethically, politically, spiritually, legally, or otherwise. 8. Make compliance and ethics programs a priority. People don't listen to Bush in his own administration. 9. Assess risk and fortify internal controls. Do you feel safer when you walk through airport security? Me either. 10. Be prepared. 9/11 11. Ask questions. Bush takes everything on faith, and asks surprisingly few questions. 12. Understand alternatives. Is there a man more committed to a black-and-white worldview than W? 13. Be committed. This means to commitment to the general purpose, not to some single point. Bush is very stubborn. Unless you go to think about his recent thoughts on winning the war on terror, children being left behind, or just about anything else he claims to believe. 14. Be direct. What's that in your suit, Mister President? Where are the WMDs? What happened to my job? No answers? Hmm. 15. Keep up. Given how much time he spends on his ranch, is there any doubt he's way behind? 16. Ensure that you have adequate resources at your disposal. Oh, I know, we're losing money, so I'll just give money away, and then I'll spend it on a war that I underfunded. Double Oops. 17. It’s important not only to do the right thing, but to be able to prove that you did the right thing. This is a man not believing in--in fact mocking--the concept of a global test that he simply doesn't understand. It's very simple, Mr. Bush--you have to be able to demonstrate that you did the right thing. That's it. That's the whole test. At any rate, it should be no surprise that I plan on voting for Kerry. I believe he has every single one of these rules not just understood, but ingrained in his very person.This was Politics and Serious , and it appeared on October 27, 2004 10:23 PM. | Comments (0) | TrackBack
October 25, 2004
Well, Good, StrongBad
Okay, so I'm fairly familiar with the people who try to pass off that there is a difference between "I am good" and "I am well" when responding to the common politesse "How are you?" I take some umbrage as a grammar geek, since "good" is an adjective and it describes the speaker, "I", while "well" is an adverb modifying "am". Of course, my problem is that the second is both arrogant ("I am particularly talented at being") and doesn't really respond to the question, the main intent of which is to inquire after health and happiness; in other words, the question is about the inner state of the questionee, not about how gifted they are at living life. Nevertheless, taking that as a given, I had a further question: if you attempt to strip away the hubris with a little bit of self-deprecation, modesty, or understatement and choose to say "not too bad", you clearly violate the Good/Well Conundrum of Grammmatical Etiquette. "Bad" is an adjective, like "good". But no one ever says "I am not too badly", do they? Naturally, "I am doing badly" makes sense--everyone understands that you can "do well" and "do good", but only one asks for your status, while the other demands donning tights, cape, and mask. But the point is that no one--even those gross, self-centered misanthropes who insist on sharing misery with everyone--says "I am badly." So how come the grammar/etiquette folks aren't after us for this one?This was Wordplay , and it appeared on October 25, 2004 6:59 PM. | Comments (2) | TrackBack
How Novel!
In a fit of self-deluded idiocy, I'm considering doing this starting next week. Not that I'll ever be Brad Meltzer or anything. Yeah, because I don't have a job already. Yet, even though I wrote this and emailed it to myself from work, that didn't stop me from coming up with a couple of possible vignettes for it. Ugh. I'm going to be addicted.This was Wordplay , and it appeared on October 25, 2004 6:54 PM. | Comments (0) | TrackBack
October 24, 2004
Living for the Weekend
It is interesting to me that I'd already had a similar conversation on the day that Fish declares to the world that "Despite my love for deadence, I really do feel guilty wasting a day in bed....". Today, like yesterday, I got up at 11 after a late night with friends and cocktails. Never a true lush, this used to be my modus operandi.#[mo] Now, however, it holds so little allure for me, I sometimes wonder how I can at all be the same person. But last night... Last night, I glimpsed the sort of scene that everyone believes to be the New York Lifestyle™. Thousands of early-20s bouncing around the Meatpacking District, on to the next $12 lowball gin and tonic.#[hg] Hundreds of people packed into a stark, modern enclosure, dozens of them standing outside on the rooftop, looking down both literally and figuratively on Jersey in the distance#[jersey], and smoking their stiletto heels and hair wax right off. > A quick side note: while we're only talking 3 years or so ago, I realized last night--and said so to my companions--that although I can remember work in myriad details, and I can remember going out on many of those nights, I cannot for the life of me remember the transition between the two. I don't remember getting from work to the club, bar, or party. Not one little bit. And I sort of think that's odd. But I had a sudden realization that had little to do with any of the people there, or my ancient-historical pattern of weekend out-going. I love the weekend, but I'm no longer living for it. It used to be that I just counted the hours until I could go out again, see my friends, and try my hand at the Scene. But I suppose I've matured. The weekends are my time now, just as always, but instead of seeing how much of it I can spend out of the house or in bed, now the weekends are high-value times to take care of myself, do what I want to do, and every hour outside of BigFirm is a gift to myself that I get to use on my own. I suppose I've matured. The Horror! [hg]: Yes, that's exactly how much I was charged last night at the Hotel Gansevoort. Lovely rooftop view, but that should have been more than Tanqueray for that price. It should have been liquid gold. [jersey]: Actually, although it would be easy to characterize most of them as Bridge-and-Tunnel-ers, I'm told the vast majority of last night's crowd was actually Midwestern types. [mo]:Go out on weekend (including Thursdays, often) nights, till all hours of the night, going from place to place and awaking in the morning covered in sweat and mild regret, if not an actual headache.This was Perspective , and it appeared on October 24, 2004 6:30 PM. | Comments (0) | TrackBack
October 20, 2004
A Sob Story
I could feel it attempting to penetrate the right side of my head as I waited patiently. Much like a barrage of very small splinters thrown by agitated chipmunks, it was only annoying once I finally noticed it, the spite flowing towards me at this early stage of the morning. Already, I had been cut off and circumvented unnecessarily, and when I found myself in this line, again facing the possibility that someone was trying to get in front of me, I did what any New Yorker would do. I silently stood my ground, twisted my shoulder and awaited the confrontation. > In New York, for all of our F-You's and muggings and so on, when it comes to normal interaction, we usually will harrumph and possibly "Excuse me", but rarely does it go beyond that. Okay, maybe that's just the Upper East Side. [For you Midwesterners or Brits, that's the equivalent of southern North Snootyville.] But my experience has been: shoulder turns, other person quietly burns. And not because I set them on fire. For once, though, the confrontation wasn't far off. The stare grew harder, and I looked up, puzzlingly. After all, I'd done no wrong. Not according to this woman. Upon finally meeting her eye, she veritably exploded with disgust. She thought I had cut in front of her. Interesting. Interesting because I was standing directly behind the man who had cut in front of me and whom I'd followed down the stairs at a rapid clip. The man that she now claimed, in a typhoon of indignation and self-righteousness, that she was behind. Right, lady--I forgot--the laws of physics don't apply to tall, thin women wearing dumb-ass hats.#[hat] > A quick digression: as a lawyer, and--to my eyes--a good human being, I am a strong believer in lines. I believe in not creating them if you can help it, but that if there is one, unless there is some very good reason or customary way of doing things differently, you get in it, and you stay in it. So when Man-Whose-Butt-We-Wanted-to-Be-Behind had cut the entire line, I was already fuming about the state of lines, and propriety in society going to hell, and so on. Then this all occurred. The Explosion. The Tantrum. The-- Why don't I just show you? I explain, calmly, without any sense of anger, dismay, or unrectitude, that, no, I'm sorry, I was right behind this gentleman coming down the stairs. "Incredulity" does not give the barest hint of meaning to the look on this woman's face. Utter incomprehension. Total non-understanding. The lady just didn't get it. After some trills of further annoyance on her part, I stand my ground. "No, I'm here." And her response, guaranteed to passive-agressively change your mind: "Well if it's that important to you...." Well, no, madam, it's not that important to me to be first in line--which you were obviously intimating--but I do have a sense of honor, one core principle of which includes not hitting a woman, no matter the reason. Unfortunately, another core principle is that lines are there for a reason. Also, I was a bit late for work. Of course, there is that one last core principle. Actually, two. Number one: sometimes I'm just too much Nice Shoe. Number two: I'm sarcastic.#[sarcasm] So loudly, and with much eye contact with the gentleman behind me, I announce: "No, no, it's not that important to me, you go ahead. In fact [my voice growing louder with and emphasizing "fact"], I'll go behind this gentleman behind you, because of course, I'm wrong!" I might have used stronger language. I'm sure that doesn't bother you; I just don't remember. She bought her MetroCard. She got on the train. The guy in front of me got his. He got on the next train. And me, two trains later. I spent most of the morning wondering why the thought in my head couldn't get itself to my tongue in time: "No, actually, it's not that important to me to be first, but you know what? It must plainly be important to you to lie so baldfacedly about something so transparently unimportant. But you know what? Even though it doesn't matter to me, I'm not getting out of the way, because I believe in honesty and fair play. So screw you; wait your turn." She: "Ay, I am wounded to the quick!" [Dies.]I: "Thus with all villains. Come fellow commuters! To Office!"
Exeunt [hat]: A word of explanation: not a hat that makes her stupid; just a stupid hat. I'm looking for a picture to show you, but even the Internet doesn't want that, apparently. It's one of those crocheted things that look like they could hold $1000 in pennies and also (!) has a bill on the front to block the light out when your 100,000 pennies have pulled your head back so you're forced to look into the sun. You know what I mean, even if the metaphor's a bit strained. [sarcasm]: My handwriting analysis of a couple of days ago (its use of the word "hisself" notwithstanding) indicated that I might use sarcasm to point out my own weaknesses. True, but that's because everyone is subject to the same standard.
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And Papa Was A Rolling Stone
My grandfather is a Red Sox fan. He has been for all of his 90 years.
The other day, on the phone, when they were down by 3 games, he told me: “Well, at least now I’ll have to stay alive another year so they can win the World Series.”
And I want them to win to make him happy, but I also don’t want them to win, for obvious reasons.
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October 19, 2004
There's More of This?
Tomorrow marks the one month anniversary of This. I’m in total shock.
This.
This? You ask.
This.
This is life at BigFirm, which is really the shorthand we attorneys-in-waiting and attorneys-not-waiting call BigFirmWhoseNameShan’tBeSpokenInFull. It’s not that we can’t, but that after the third or forth Semitic or Protestant name in a row, we start to get dizzy and forgetful, or just fatigued, and besides, while every lawyer can name the first two names of every BigFirm out there, only the ones that are at BigFirm can name the rest of the founding/named partners.
But I’ve already digressed. As I said, tomorrow marks one month of This, and I cannot believe it.
Part of it has to do with what a novice rookie I am at it all—and to be fair, let’s also admit that two weeks were either administrative or jury duty-bound. But the fact is, that I feel like I’m stumbling around without a clue. A sighted man in a very dimly-lit room filled with equal numbers of vats of gold and manure.
And it’s this disequilibrium—if there is such a word, and if there isn’t, its confounding spelling should be a good enough indicator of how you feel when experiencing it—that is at the heart of my problems with This.
I am waiting for the vacation or the dream to be over and to get back to school, or, in the alternative, to finally feel like what I’m doing makes sense. I’m afraid of not ever knowing what I’m doing, of being a newbie-novice forever. And at the same time, as it all becomes familiar, I wonder how or even if, I’ll do this every day for a month, a week, a year.
And then I realize, I’ve come this far, and a month went by like a day.
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October 18, 2004
You Can't See Me
Why is it that 24 years ago, I decided that John was my favorite Beatle, and to this day, I realize I still like him and all his songs more than the others’? This is most bizarre because although I loved the Beatles, like all good music fiends, I didn’t own one single album of theirs beyond Sgt. Pepper’s (which I received on tape my first summer at sleep-away camp), until No. 1s came out.
Is it because at the age of 3-and-a-little-bit, I was suddenly inundated with John-hysteria and John-mourning and John-memorialization and John-sanctification when Mark David Chapman did the unthinkable and destroyed a legend?
I don’t know. I truly don’t.
Paul, vegan though he now is, social champion though he’s become, and quite the multi-millionaire, always seemed a little too polished, a little too pretty-boy, and a little too pop. He’s the one you could believe had died and been replaced with an impersonator.
George just seemed content with what he was doing. If it was Eastern, cool. If it was a rip-off of another song, oh well, ho-hum, oopsie-daisy, sorry folks, I didn’t mean it.
And Ringo—well, hell. Ringo’s name is enough to be the punchline for a million and a half jokes, none of them particularly good, and though he was apparently a remarkably gifted drummer, technically, no one could get past the Weirdness. He still has a sense for the bizarre and the self-mocking.
But John always seemed a bit more human; more real. He didn’t like where he came from, musically, geographically, or spiritually, and he changed it. He didn’t care that his love might or might not have destroyed the very thing that created him as a hero, and he turned his heroism into calls for social and political change, rather than reveling in the 1970s’ need to unabashedly spoil their musicians.
He was a quintessential New Yorker, though, and that’s perhaps what made me love him before I understood what death had done. He moved to and died on the Upper West Side, and New Yorkers, not usually a particularly loving crowd, embraced and saluted the fallen hero. And I was swept up in it.
John was my favorite Beatle.
And now, listening to my new copies of Revolver, The White Album, and Abbey Road, I find myself going “Ooh. I love that riff” before the vocals begin, and no surprise, I find that it’s John’s high voice that sings the vocal. No matter that it was written by “Lennon/McCartney”—I still love John’s songs the best.
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Public Service Announcement
As it turns out, this Shoe happens to be very good friends with La Petite Dame Suzanne Sonnen-Schein. She has a bone to pick with the world, at this moment, so I thought it best to turn the floor over to her. Without further adieu, Mesdames et Messieurs, La Petite Dame herself:
Good Evening. I’m here tonight to correct some misconceptions of my character, misconceptions that I believe have contributed grossly to my lack of success in the business world. Well, once and for all, I would like to clear the air regarding myself, the individual you have come to know as “Little Miss Susie Sunshine”.
I’ll have you know that I’ve once had six root beers in only a couple of hours. Six! Let me tell you, that was one crazy night.
I’ve even kissed two boys. On the same week! The scandal!
And you know, once I was having a nice frosty Coca-Cola, and my friend Nancy made me laugh. I laughed so hard that I snorted Coke! I don’t know what the big deal is—it didn’t really do all that much for me. It actually kinda burned. But the laughter, that I’m addicted to.
So let this be a lesson to you; just because someone is called “Little Miss Susie Sunshine”, it doesn’t mean she can’t have a wild time.
Thank you, and have an amazingly pleasant day!
Susie
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October 17, 2004
Upsicle
I misread a word that is probably “upside” and decided that this was a mission from the powers that be, or at least the powers that be infiltrating my mind: to introduce the word “upsicle” into the vernacular.
This brings with it a pretty weighty responsibility. A couple, really. The first: What does it mean? Because honestly, you don’t want to go mouthing off about how great a word is about to be and what changes it will wreak upon the face of the mother tongue. Is it a caffeinated treat for those who can’t stand their coffee hot or their beverage the tiniest bit warmed? Is it just the opposite of a standard icicle? Is it simply “the state of being up?” For that matter, is it a noun, an adjective, a subjunctive tense change?
Assuming, however, that upsicle is a noun, and that it simply means “a word, phrase, or event that makes you feel good”, you realize you’re not that much closer to being a trendsetter if you can’t figure out how to convince others to use this bon mot. However, I’ve got vocabulary on my side: everyone loves Schadenfreude. And you know you need the opposite of something to fully appreciate the something.
And as much as I would like to believe that this blog can do it, I must beg you to start using “upsicle” in your everyday speech. It is much to much to ask of a simple Shoe to change the world. But you, Internet, you can do so much!
After all, “upsicle” is, in fact, its own upsicle.
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October 16, 2004
Blackberry Jam
I’ve been wrestling with this.
Is there a higher sense of dorkdom than wearing an electronic box on your belt? It’s as though all the kids who weren’t too popular in high school decided they wanted to come back as Darth Vader, ostensibly to wreak havoc on the bigger, more popular boys, who—let’s face it—probably didn’t end up amounting to much anyway.
At least some of them.
That said, I confess to having been a dork in high school and a bit of a geek now. But I also happen to like looking good, or at least stylish. And this is the sort of thing that ends up bugging me, because I end up either wearing my geekdom on my belt if I follow the masses, and with very wide hips if I stuff my phone and Blackberry in my pockets.
Can you look good with these necessary devices? Or have the geeks, in their terrible, misguided tyranny decided to un-cool the only cool ones among them?
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October 14, 2004
Business Up Front
There’s something rebellious about wearing halloween pumpkins on your boxer shorts when you work at Big Firm. Just knowing that—under the pressed-and-starched—there is a smiling, twinkling little face can make the most boring of meetings or the most powerful of upbraidings just a little ridiculous.
I mean, can you imagine what Big Partner at Big Firm would do if he knew while critiquing your extraordinarily bad work, you were wearing HappyPants™? Or if they were handing you an award for a job really well done, and you simply told everyone that you had turtles in race cars on your pants?
And nothing more?
Of course, sometimes, you have to be a bit more serious; you go for the plaid, or even solid colored boxers. For days like that, it helps to have a girlfriend like S, who’ll kindly give you a pair of snazzy dress socks.
That have a pink heel and a pink toe! It’s like the mullet of footwear—business up top, but a party down below.
But you can be having a crap day, sitting in a stuffy meeting, and if you just take a moment to think about your socks, all the troubles melt away. So as things go downhill, you can stop, take a breath, and take a mental gander at your twinkling, pink piggies. And you’re left with a little smile.
Just like the Jack-o-Lanterns.
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30 Days In The Hole
I just convicted a man of a crime. It was one of the most difficult things I have ever had to do. It was also one of the most important.
At the end of the trial, the judge quoted another, deceased judge, who said there were only two things the government asks you to do. The first is to fight for your country. The other, to serve on a jury. That indicates just how crucial jury service is—it’s on par with defense of the country. One might even argue that jury duty itself is a form of defending the country, from within.
I found this somewhat comforting, after I made a decision I never thought would be so hard. I have spent years discussing the jury system, learning about it, and crime, and virtually everything that goes into the administration of justice; I had always thought that being on a jury would be like writing a paper. You do the research, you examine and explore the issues, mining testimony for fact, and in the end, you and your eleven jury-mates—forced to be friends for a fixed period of time—come to the only logical conclusion.
Of course, I always knew that there were such things as hung juries, and I consistently believed that they were a natural outgrowth of either bad lawyering, or bad circumstances. However, I never believed that I’d be the one who might send a jury to that point. I found myself arguing the very legalistic point of whether the Government had actually done its job and proven its case beyond a reasonable doubt. Meanwhile, the rest of the jurors had already gotten me to admit that I believed the person had done that of which he had been accused. Yet I persisted in saying that although the Government had presented all this evidence, I didn’t believe they had actually proved that the defendant was guilty.
As the day progressed, I did come to the realization that he was definitely guilty, and that the only doubt I had had to do with the fact that this was so serious—I was sending someone to jail. My doubt was purely emotional, and while a reasonable emotion, it was not the sort of doubt about the proof that a reasonable person would entertain.
Clearly, then, I feel that the decision I made was right, and I was glad to have been exposed to the other side of the lawyer’s experience. But I did realize that it was hard. And while I’m totally unsure as to whether I could ever pull a trigger or coordinate an attack on behalf of my country, at least I know for sure that I can sit on a jury and find the facts.
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October 12, 2004
Just Be Patient
Easy, now.
Just another day or two.
And then the Shoe will be on the other foot.
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