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To: American Spirit who wrote (366)	7/8/2004 11:50:40 PM
From: Srexley	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 1026

"The war on terror is going well?" I think so. Would rather not be in a war, but yeah, its going pretty well. Taliban, gone. Saddam, gone. North Korea, talking. Libya, joining the party (called civilization). Phillipines, fihgting terrorists hard. Pakistan, helping (we'll see if they get OBL and Omar). Iran, nervous. Syria, nervous. It's a long war dude. The hater's idea of not fighting it is a bad one. All imho.

To: American Spirit who wrote (366)	7/9/2004 7:47:58 AM
From: GROUND ZERO™	Respond to of 1026

al quada has trained more than 60,000 terrorists in their training camps before we destroyed those sites... we have only killed and captured no more than 2,000 in all... this means there are still about 58,000 more al quada terrorists lurking around the world planning attacks on Western civilization... if all we did was simply give up because everyone had your diminished capacity for comprehension, then we could just hand over the keys to them right now and learn to speak arabic... GZ

To: American Spirit who wrote (366)	7/9/2004 10:27:20 AM
From: Glenn Petersen	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 1026

The love that dares not speak its name. washtimes.com Nothing says lovin' like a little huggin' By Wesley Pruden THE WASHINGTON TIMES Watching the intimate moments of courtship of others embarrasses most of us, or at least some of us. But the public displays of affection that shocked our grandparents are regarded in our time as fit for Sunday school. Holding hands is no longer enough. The two Democratic candidates can't wait to get on stage for sessions of arm-gripping, face-fondling, knee-rubbing, neck-nuzzling, thigh-slapping and bear-hugging. This is not the political love that dare not speak its name from a closet, but the contrived warmth, born of the focus group, that shouts from the rooftop. And why not? We've become the therapeutic nation of huggers and fondlers. The two Johns lock eyes frequently in deep contact and stop barely short of demonstrating what great kissers they may be. Monsieur Kerry might yet give us a demonstration of French kissing but, if he does, Mr. Edwards, a good ol' Carolina boy after all, will be entitled to slap his face. (Secret Service bodyguards, take note.) Over the past two days, since Monsieur Kerry introduced his running mate at his wife's estate near Pittsburgh, "candidate handling," in the description of the Drudge Report, "has become the top buzz on the trail." "I've been covering Washington and politics for 30 years [said one wire-service photographer]. I can say I've never seen this much touching between two men, publicly." Indeed, editors determined to preserve the appearance of a little presidential dignity and campaign decorum on "the trail" are frustrated in their search for photographs suitable for a respectable mainstream newspaper. The photographers, keen competitors for the most startling shot of the day, naturally love it. The candidates are giving the term "Johns," heretofore familiar only in certain neighborhoods illuminated by the glow of dim red lights, an entirely new meaning. These buff and manly Johns are only following instructions to demonstrate warmth — cuddly warmth though it may be — to contrast with the chilly Republican images projected by George W. Bush and Dick Cheney, who keep their legs crossed and their hands to themselves at all times. No one imagines George W. inspecting Dick Cheney's cheek for razor burn in anticipation of a friendly kiss to greet the day. The president, after all, is the scion of generations of reserved and genteel WASP breeding, and the veep is a man from Wyoming, where the wrong kind of familiarity can invite a swift and fatal case of lead poisoning. Besides, says a Kerry spokesperson, "I think we're just seeing genuine affection between them." But he adds nervously, "I hope we do not see them wearing matching outfits when they ride bikes together this weekend." No one suggests that Monsieur Kerry, who sent the Viet Cong fleeing into wild retreat into Cambodia and Laos after serving just four months in Vietnam, is any less a man than John Wayne or Clint Eastwood. John Edwards' smile makes even a feminist's heart throb with erotic speculation. The carefully calculated "candidate handling" is merely a pose to reassure voters that Monsieur Kerry does, too, have a pulse. All that's expected of John Edwards is that he learn to hug (but not kiss) in French. The rest of us will just have to grin and bear it, but from a distance. November is only five months away. Wesley Pruden is editor in chief of The Times.