It's becoming a tradition. This year's April First at Rox's place is even better than last year's. But because I don't read winger spewings, I don't know who the victim is this time. It's so funny, it doesn't matter.
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Ray wasn't singing about what he knew, 'cause Ray had been blind since he was a child. He hadn't seen many purple mountains. He hadn't seen many fruited plains. He was singing about what he believed to be.
Mr. President, we love America, not because of all of us have seen the beauty all the time.
But we believed if we kept on working, if we kept on marching, if we kept on voting, if we kept on believing, we would make America beautiful for everybody.
"I don't know who the victim is this time."
Christ, count you blessings on that one...
Posted by: Scott | April 02, 2006 at 01:48 AM