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To: SiouxPal who wrote (45145)	10/25/2005 12:59:24 AM
From: Wharf Rat	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 362599

When I watch shameless & endless pimping of Kerry, I get sick. He's just a guy. War hero for sure. Working class hero for sure not. He's entitled to make mistakes. He is even entitled to acknowledge his mistakes. One of my senators was right. Maybe I shudda voted for yer one who was right. Ain't nobody who was in office then and is not on that list, or the House list, gettin' my vote in the primaries. That means Kerry, that means Clinton, that means Feinstein, who I never vote for in the primaries anyway. Effing repub in disguise.

To: SiouxPal who wrote (45145)	10/25/2005 1:06:45 AM
From: Wharf Rat	Respond to of 362599

The Start of an Education written by Bo Goldman, from a screenplay by Ruggero Maccari & Dino Risi, from a novel by Giovanni Arpino Frank: Where's Daphne? Let's get her down here. Charlie: She's in the back. Frank: The tail's in the tail. Ha. Oh, but I still smell her. Women, what could you say? Who made 'em? God must have been a fucking genius. The hair. They say that the hair is everything, you know? Have you ever buried your nose in a mountain of curls, just wanted to go to sleep forever? Or lips, and when they touched yours were like the first swallow of wine you just crossed the desert. Tits! Hoo-wah! Big ones, little ones. Nipples starring right out at you like secret searchlights. Legs, I don't care if they're Greek columns or second-hands Steinways, what's between them: passport to heaven. I need a drink. (pause: he drinks his whisky) Yes, Mr. Simms, there's only two syllables in this whole wide world worth hearing: pussy. Are you listening to me, son? I'm giving out pearls here. Charlie: I guess you really like women. Frank: Above all things. A very, very distant second is a Ferrari. Charlie, give me your hand. This is just the start of your education, son. Scent of a Woman.