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<DIV><FONT size=2 face=Verdana>Maybe some of them did know better
then.</FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT size=2 face=Verdana>However, my experience with many, but not
all, political and public figures reflects the general truth of:</FONT></DIV>
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<DIV align=left><FONT size=2 face=Verdana>"Power tends to corrupt, and absolute
power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." --Lord
Acton</FONT></DIV>
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<DIV align=left><FONT size=2 face=Verdana>I have known some stunning
turn-arounds from generally nice, public spirited people into arrogant,
know-it-all assholes soon after they were elected or appointed. Power and
control seem to be addictive to many. [This happens as much in the private
sphere also.]</FONT></DIV>
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<DIV align=left><FONT size=2 face=Verdana>Eternal vigilance is necessary to hold
political and public figures feet to the fire less they easily forget whom they
are supposed to serve.</FONT></DIV>
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<DIV align=left><FONT size=2 face=Verdana>w.</DIV>
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<DIV style="font-color: black"><B>From:</B> <A
title="mailto:godshatter@yahoo.com
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href="mailto:godshatter@yahoo.com">Paul Rumelhart</A> </DIV>
<DIV><B>Sent:</B> Saturday, November 19, 2011 9:56 AM</DIV>
<DIV><B>To:</B> <A title=thansen@moscow.com href="mailto:thansen@moscow.com">Tom
Hansen</A> </DIV>
<DIV><B>Cc:</B> <A title=vision2020@moscow.com
href="mailto:vision2020@moscow.com">Moscow Vision 2020</A> </DIV>
<DIV><B>Subject:</B> Re: [Vision2020] It's Like Deja Vu All Over Again . .
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<DIV><BR></DIV><BR>The sad thing is, a lot of people in power right now were
young adults <BR>in the 60's; they should know better.<BR><BR>Paul<BR><BR>On
11/19/2011 09:12 AM, Tom Hansen wrote:<BR>> What with our country having been
actively involved in war for the past<BR>> decade, a slow and methodical
degeneration of the peoples' rights, and a<BR>> self-serving vision that does
not extend beyond the here and now, what was<BR>> old (back in the 60s) is
new again.<BR>><BR>> We can observe our predicament, as we ("they" to
those of you who weren't<BR>> here yet) did back then (again . . . back in
the 60s) from three<BR>> standpoints.<BR>><BR>>
-----------------------------------------<BR>><BR>> Pessimistically; as
did Barry McGuire in his recording of . . .<BR>><BR>> "Eve of
Destruction"<BR>> <A
href="http://www.tomandrodna.com/Songs/Eve_of_Destruction.mp3">http://www.tomandrodna.com/Songs/Eve_of_Destruction.mp3</A><BR>><BR>>
The eastern world it is explodin',<BR>> Violence flarin', bullets
loadin',<BR>> You're old enough to kill but not for
votin',<BR>> You don't believe in war, what's that gun you're
totin',<BR>> And even the Jordan river has bodies
floatin',<BR>> But you tell me over and over and over again my
friend,<BR>> Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of
destruction.<BR>><BR>> Don't you understand, what I'm trying to
say?<BR>> Can't you see the fear that I'm feeling
today?<BR>> If the button is pushed, there's no running
away,<BR>> There'll be noone to save with the world in a
grave,<BR>> Take a look around you, boy, it's bound to scare you,
boy,<BR>> But you tell me over and over and over again my
friend,<BR>> Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of
destruction.<BR>><BR>> Yeah, my blood's so mad, feels like
coagulatin',<BR>> I'm sittin' here, just
contemplatin',<BR>> I can't twist the truth, it knows no
regulation,<BR>> Handful of Senators don't pass
legislation,<BR>> And marches alone can't bring
integration,<BR>> When human respect is
disintegratin',<BR>> This whole crazy world is just too
frustratin',<BR>> And you tell me over and over and over again my
friend,<BR>> Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of
destruction.<BR>><BR>> Think of all the hate there is in Red
China!<BR>> Tehn take a look around to Selma,
Alabama!<BR>> Ah, you may leave here, for four days in
space,<BR>> But when your eturn, it's the same old
place,<BR>> The poundin' of the drums, th pride and
disgrace,<BR>> You can bury your dead, but don't leave a
trace,<BR>> Hate your next-door-neighbor, but don't forget to say
grace,<BR>> And you tell me over and over and over and over again
my friend,<BR>> Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of
destruction.<BR>><BR>> ---------<BR>><BR>> Optimistically; as did
The Spokesmen in their recording of . . .<BR>><BR>> "Dawn of
Correction"<BR>> <A
href="http://www.tomandrodna.com/Songs/Dawn_of_Correction.mp3">http://www.tomandrodna.com/Songs/Dawn_of_Correction.mp3</A><BR>><BR>>
The western world has a common dedication<BR>> To keep free people from Red
domination<BR>> And maybe you can't vote, boy, but man your battle
stations<BR>> Or there'll be no need for votin' in future
generations<BR>><BR>> So over and over again, you keep sayin' it's the
end<BR>> But I say you're wrong, we're just on the dawn of
correction<BR>><BR>> There are buttons to push in two mighty
nations<BR>> But who's crazy enough to risk annihilation?<BR>> The buttons
are there to ensure negotiation<BR>> So don't be afraid, boy, it's our only
salvation<BR>><BR>> So over and over again, you keep sayin' it's the
end<BR>> But I say you're wrong, we're just on the dawn of
correction<BR>><BR>> You tell me that marches won't bring
integration<BR>> But look what it's done for the voter registration<BR>>
Be thankful our country allows demonstrations<BR>> Instead of condemnin',
make some recommendations<BR>> I don't understand the cause of your
aggravation<BR>> You mean to tell me, boy, it's not a better
situation?<BR>><BR>> So over and over again, you keep sayin' it's the
end<BR>> But I say you're wrong, we're just on the dawn of
correction<BR>><BR>> You missed all the good in your evaluation<BR>>
What about the things that deserve commendation?<BR>> Where there once was no
cure, there's vaccination<BR>> Where there once was a desert, there's
vegetation<BR>> Self-government's replacing colonization<BR>> What about
the Peace Corp. organization?<BR>> Don't forget the work of the United
Nations<BR>><BR>> So over and over again, you keep sayin' it's the
end<BR>> But I say you're wrong, we're just on the dawn of correction<BR>>
But I say you're wrong, we're just on the dawn of correction<BR>><BR>> So
over and over again, you keep sayin' it's the end<BR>> But I say you're
wrong, we're just on the dawn of correction<BR>><BR>>
---------<BR>><BR>> Or we can jus' kick back and party with the doctor
("Hook", that is) as he<BR>> suggested in his recording of . .
.<BR>><BR>> "Freakers' Ball"<BR>> <A
href="http://www.tomandrodna.com/Songs/Freakers_Ball.mp3">http://www.tomandrodna.com/Songs/Freakers_Ball.mp3</A><BR>><BR>>
Well there's gonna be a freakers ball<BR>> Tonight at the
freakers hall<BR>> And you know, you're invited one and
all<BR>><BR>> Come on babies grease your
lips<BR>> Grab your hats and swing your hips<BR>>
Don't forget to bring your whips<BR>> We're going to the freakers
ball<BR>><BR>> Blow your whistle and bang your
gong<BR>> Roll up something to take along<BR>> It
feels so good it must be wrong<BR>> We're freakin at the freakers
ball<BR>><BR>> Where all the fags and the dykes they're
boogyin' together<BR>> The leather freaks are dressed in all
kinds of leather<BR>> The greatest of the sadists and the
masochists too<BR>> Screaming "Please hit me, and I'll hit
you"<BR>><BR>> The FBI are dancing with the
junkies<BR>> All the straights, are swinging with the
funkies<BR>> Across the floor and up the wall<BR>>
We're freakin at the freakers ball<BR>> Yall, we're freakin at
the freakers ball<BR>><BR>> Everybody's kissing each
other<BR>> Brother with sister, son with
mother<BR>> Smear my body up with butter<BR>> Take
me to the freakers ball<BR>><BR>> Pass that roach please and
pour the wine<BR>> I'll kiss yours if you'll kiss
mine<BR>> I'm gonna boogie till i go blind<BR>>
We're freakin at the freakers ball<BR>><BR>> White ones, black
ones, yellow ones, red ones<BR>> Necrophiliacs looking for dead
ones<BR>> The greatest of the sadist and the masochists
too<BR>> Screaming "Please hit me, and I'll hit
you"<BR>><BR>> Everybody's fallin' in
batches<BR>> Pyromaniacs striking matches<BR>> I'm
gonna itch me where it scratches<BR>> Freaking at the freakers
ball<BR>><BR>> -----------------------------------------<BR>><BR>>
Party on, Moscow.<BR>><BR>> Tom Hansen<BR>> Moscow,
Idaho<BR>><BR>> "Hate your next-door neighbor, but don't forget to say
grace."<BR>><BR>> - Barry McGuire<BR>><BR>>
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