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There is a moment when all else fades. How beautiful! A moment when possessions fall away!, A moment when flesh rots away!, A moment when ambition is exposed as fraud!, A moment when goals are revealed as carrots dangled in front of the imbecile! !When youth loses its elasticity and wrinkles set in, !when the executioner announces the hour and you have nowhere to run, !and the layers are peeled and nothing is within! It is this very moment That speaks To us About the sanctity of Our actions. -I.A.T.

!it occurred to me on my way to DC yesterday how at every major intersection there is a homeless man with a cardboard placard depicting him as a Vietnam Veteran in need of help! Of course, all of us driving by these faceless broken people pass them without a glance, or perhaps we steal an uncomfortable sideway glance at our own reflection standing on the corner begging! The question that really begs: what gives folks? What nation sends its children to war under its banner, and then abandons these very "heroes" to street corners to pander? What grotesque hypocrisy to even tolerate this concept as acceptable! Why are we silent in the face of our own injustice? And amid this silence, what same lunacy compels us to send our children to yet another war? In the end will we give gratitude to these fresh victims of our apathetic complacency? Don't cha wanna squirm in your own skin? Want more dark humor? Read: Legende Vom Toten Soldaten, just for kicks -- pardon the pun! Folks, I was in Arizona and met a wonderful Navajo woman: she told me about bringing her son from Iraq with amputated legs, admitting him to Walter Reed. One day she found rats crawling on him. With tears welling in her eyes she asked "is this the gratitude for him having served?" I told her I was stationed at Walter Reed years back. The rest of the drive neither one of us spoke a word! Don't get me wrong!this is a great nation worth its growing pains, and there are times we do need to go to war!, but as we sit back to sip on that latte, remember, it comes at a price. So cut the bullshit and cheap words and enact policy that stands the test of honor. A nation is more than its government and is primarily comprised of its people!why the fKuc are we silent against our own hypocrisy? -I.A.T.

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Once again she came to the park. The leaves had mostly fallen and the branches reached out to the grey sky with tortured desire. The park benches were vacant, not even the birds came by begging for their crumbs. This was the last time she would come hoping to find him with his sketch pad furiously drawing the soul of the world in his corner of Central Park. She longed for the taste of his lips, for the warmth of his embrace, to know that she was not entombed in this steel and glass cage, that through his eyes she could fly to herself! But the hours passed, like jewels that fade, and all that remained was her one last gesture. She took out the letter and lit it on fire, and watched the smoke drift up! -I.A.T.

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