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Strategies & Market Trends : Fascist Oligarchs Attack Cute Cuddly Canadians -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Snowshoe who wrote (861)	12/10/2002 7:42:11 AM
From: E. Charters	Respond to of 1293

So let me get this straight, if morel superiority is mushrooming, and it's no one's fault, is being a morally inferior American toadstool also a we-can't-help-it sort of thing? So what do morelly inferior (lacking in morels) toadstools do for convenient excuses? Mme. Ducros, your comment? (Some moron help her adjust her mike, she never seems to know if it's on or off.) Shades of Avery Haines. What next I wonder, a job with Radio Canada? We cans see it now, The Moron Hour with Howard Stern and sidekick, moron-mouth Ducros. EC<:-}

To: Snowshoe who wrote (861)	12/11/2002 5:05:48 PM
From: marcos	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 1293

Due to relative size and relative military/economic power, and relative inclinations toward domination, we tend to view ourselves on the most superficial level in a reactive rather than proactive manner - by definition, we are americans who are not US nationals ... and north americans who are not US nationals, right next door, across a line which, by Euclid's definition of the term 'line', has no width to it .... but there is depth to it, mon ami, you betcher boots there is depth to it - Thy fame is ancient as the days, As Ocean large and wide: A pride that dares, and heeds not praise, A stern and silent pride: Not that false joy that dreams content With what our sires have won; The blood a hero sire hath spent Still nerves a hero son. Land of Hope and Glory, Mother of the Free, How shall we extol thee, who are born of thee? Wider still and wider shall thy bounds be set; God, who made thee mighty, make thee mightier yet.