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	<title>Comments on: Storm Clouds</title>
	<link>http://arationalanimal.blogsome.com/2007/08/07/storm-clouds/</link>
	<description>Law, Native American Issues, Progressive Politics, and Whatever Happens to Piss Me Off Today</description>
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		<title>by: Administrator</title>
		<link>http://arationalanimal.blogsome.com/2007/08/07/storm-clouds/#comment-166</link>
		<pubDate>Thu, 16 Aug 2007 06:23:22 +0100</pubDate>
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					<description>Kevin!!!  OMG, it's good to hear from you!  (Somehow I thought you were taking a blog sabbatical or something . . . ?  Anyway, glad you're not.)

Thank you SO much for the hugs - much needed, and much appreciated.  Luckily, I've got someone in my life who's helping with what you call (appropriately) &quot;emoty spots&quot; - in fact, I'm headed to my second home there today.  But well-wishes from friends like you help immeasurably.

As far as not claiming the country as mine - you're absolutely right.  I've never felt this way before, and I DON'T LIKE IT.  My own mother - 78-year-old former Nixon Republican-turned-staunch-Democrat - was brought to tears a couple of years ago, when the torture news broke, saying, &quot;It's awful when I don't recognize my own country anymore.&quot;  Seeing her cry about it enraged me more than almost anything else, I think.

So we keep at it.  Discouraging as it is, futile as it sometimes seems, we keep at it.  Thank God for people like you, Kev.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<p>Kevin!!!  OMG, it&#8217;s good to hear from you!  (Somehow I thought you were taking a blog sabbatical or something . . . ?  Anyway, glad you&#8217;re not.)</p>
	<p>Thank you SO much for the hugs - much needed, and much appreciated.  Luckily, I&#8217;ve got someone in my life who&#8217;s helping with what you call (appropriately) &#8220;emoty spots&#8221; - in fact, I&#8217;m headed to my second home there today.  But well-wishes from friends like you help immeasurably.</p>
	<p>As far as not claiming the country as mine - you&#8217;re absolutely right.  I&#8217;ve never felt this way before, and I DON&#8217;T LIKE IT.  My own mother - 78-year-old former Nixon Republican-turned-staunch-Democrat - was brought to tears a couple of years ago, when the torture news broke, saying, &#8220;It&#8217;s awful when I don&#8217;t recognize my own country anymore.&#8221;  Seeing her cry about it enraged me more than almost anything else, I think.</p>
	<p>So we keep at it.  Discouraging as it is, futile as it sometimes seems, we keep at it.  Thank God for people like you, Kev.
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		<title>by: Kevin Hayden</title>
		<link>http://arationalanimal.blogsome.com/2007/08/07/storm-clouds/#comment-160</link>
		<pubDate>Sat, 11 Aug 2007 10:08:00 +0100</pubDate>
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					<description>Sounds like you've been through the wringer in recent weeks, Lilith. I wish you peace to fill the various emoty spots and unresolved issues that accompany the loss of someone so integral to your life.

As for the country, I also don't recognize it so well. I'm often not sure I want to claim it as my own. We seem to be number one at killing and buying stuff and not much else.

What matters more is reaching across its expanse and across time, one can unite with others within it and refuse to be the diseased part of the nation, but instead be the medicine that can make it well.

I hope you have time for laughter and a growing inner space for peace. Across the time/space continuum: hugs to you.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<p>Sounds like you&#8217;ve been through the wringer in recent weeks, Lilith. I wish you peace to fill the various emoty spots and unresolved issues that accompany the loss of someone so integral to your life.</p>
	<p>As for the country, I also don&#8217;t recognize it so well. I&#8217;m often not sure I want to claim it as my own. We seem to be number one at killing and buying stuff and not much else.</p>
	<p>What matters more is reaching across its expanse and across time, one can unite with others within it and refuse to be the diseased part of the nation, but instead be the medicine that can make it well.</p>
	<p>I hope you have time for laughter and a growing inner space for peace. Across the time/space continuum: hugs to you.
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