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I was enjoying my saturday morning here in America when I cruised over to the Language Barrier (to your left) and fell in a deep dark hole. Enjoying my morning now seems an atrocity, and there is a deafness in my home, and I can't help the man from Iraq but by my vote and I pay my taxes and I support this war and I don't know how not to. I am passive and can't even imagine what it would look like to do something against the neocon machine. At the end of the post I read apology after apology by other Americans and the hollow thud of our empty words typed gingerly between sips of latte and dainty bites of warm croissants made me sick.