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	<title>Comments on: Risk Aversion and WWJFKD?</title>
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		<title>By: Gabe Combs</title>
		<link>http://www.artisticfailure.com/2008/08/22/risk-aversion-and-wwjfkd/#comment-1253</link>
		<author>Gabe Combs</author>
		<pubDate>Mon, 25 Aug 2008 06:39:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>not that this has anything to do with anything but the dirt under my nails, as no ones has replies for zeros like myself these days. when i was sixteen and higher than a kite on acid, my best friend and girlfriend first love were at the top of that rocket when a frat party of about 20+ college fucks ran up on us and were like "are they down with us: noooooooo" we had a hatchet as we were pursued in general by an extremely large rival crew (graffiti) that had ties to vice lords pretty damned directly. we'd already known stabbings of peoples who had thwarted these guys.  my friend ultimately moved out to the suburbs because of all of this, but i, having no options took some ten to one ass whuppings always coming up, although bleeding, saying "fuck you". they asked me to join them several months later and never got with my hand styles either. welcome to amerika. the cops came very soon after words, very deep and lined us all up. the frat fools got the shake down and it was obvious we were not with them so they let us walk on. luckily we ditched the hatchet. geeked outta minds... according to a bronx tale, i still have one of those ole girls left somewurrrr.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>not that this has anything to do with anything but the dirt under my nails, as no ones has replies for zeros like myself these days. when i was sixteen and higher than a kite on acid, my best friend and girlfriend first love were at the top of that rocket when a frat party of about 20+ college fucks ran up on us and were like &#8220;are they down with us: noooooooo&#8221; we had a hatchet as we were pursued in general by an extremely large rival crew (graffiti) that had ties to vice lords pretty damned directly. we&#8217;d already known stabbings of peoples who had thwarted these guys.  my friend ultimately moved out to the suburbs because of all of this, but i, having no options took some ten to one ass whuppings always coming up, although bleeding, saying &#8220;fuck you&#8221;. they asked me to join them several months later and never got with my hand styles either. welcome to amerika. the cops came very soon after words, very deep and lined us all up. the frat fools got the shake down and it was obvious we were not with them so they let us walk on. luckily we ditched the hatchet. geeked outta minds&#8230; according to a bronx tale, i still have one of those ole girls left somewurrrr.</p>
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		<title>By: bob schulz</title>
		<link>http://www.artisticfailure.com/2008/08/22/risk-aversion-and-wwjfkd/#comment-1246</link>
		<author>bob schulz</author>
		<pubDate>Fri, 22 Aug 2008 22:19:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I remember that speech.  And we knew we (US) would do the moon shot.  I remember sitting in assembly before that speech and watching in shock as the Vangard rockets blew up on the launching pads.  In 1969 I was in Winnipeg on vacation, draining a beer when kids ran upstairs and said we were landing on the moon! and to hurry to the TV.  And there I saw what Kennedy knew we could do.  

It's been a long time since Americans got their collective psyche together.  I believe today it cannot happen.  We have been deliberately segmented by political forces that now seem out of control.  And it hurts this nation, and I believe it makes some politicians grin.  

The changes needed are not more of what has subsumed this thing called America.  This thing which no one can define.  God help the gen Ys.  SEe you at the fair.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I remember that speech.  And we knew we (US) would do the moon shot.  I remember sitting in assembly before that speech and watching in shock as the Vangard rockets blew up on the launching pads.  In 1969 I was in Winnipeg on vacation, draining a beer when kids ran upstairs and said we were landing on the moon! and to hurry to the TV.  And there I saw what Kennedy knew we could do.  </p>
<p>It&#8217;s been a long time since Americans got their collective psyche together.  I believe today it cannot happen.  We have been deliberately segmented by political forces that now seem out of control.  And it hurts this nation, and I believe it makes some politicians grin.  </p>
<p>The changes needed are not more of what has subsumed this thing called America.  This thing which no one can define.  God help the gen Ys.  SEe you at the fair.</p>
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