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October 10, 2007

I know how thin the veneer of love that I stand upon.  All well and good for me to accept and live with the love freely given me.  I do so.  I'm going to do so.

Whoever wrote Job was writing about  humanity, how thin the veneer of love we offer one another.

There is none in Iraq.  The US government has stripped it from those suffering people, so I can have plastic bags.  The US government has used those people as toilet paper, a cum rag, worse.

I am sickened.  Appalled.  An unending nightmare there, and I'm into yoga.