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	<title>Comments on: &#8216;We Blew It&#8217;: PJ O&#8217;Rourke</title>
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	<description>“I am the world crier, &#38; this is my dangerous career…  I am the one to call your bluff, &#38; this is my climate.”  —Kenneth Patchen (1911-1972)</description>
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		<title>By: Lyppy</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[The key is turned, the motor roars to life then settles down to a softly rumbling idle. We look out window at the world and smile. I slide down in the seat, close my eyes and remember those I loved, and those that loved me. I relive my happier moments, once again with those who brought me joy. I revisit my regrets and tally up the mistakes I&#039;ve made. I beg forgiveness for those I&#039;ve wronged.  I imagine how things could have gone had I done things I should have and in some cases shouldn&#039;t have. My brain cries out to the few who failed because of my faults and neglect.  I see no reason to go on which I have come to this.  The exhaust billowing out the green hose has a earthy smell and is take quite longer than I suspected.  I open my eyes and look at my seatmate.  They slightly shift their position so we&#039;ll both still here.  I notice a light in the dash, it says &#039;Check Engine&#039;.  My butt starts to ache from the position I&#039;m in so I sit upright again. My seatmate turns and looks at me and also sits upright.  We&#039;ve been here thirty-five minutes.  A man is walking to the car and peering at the hose in the window.  He taps on the window so I roll it down.  He looks around and says, &quot;Nice Prius, Dude&quot; and walks off.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The key is turned, the motor roars to life then settles down to a softly rumbling idle. We look out window at the world and smile. I slide down in the seat, close my eyes and remember those I loved, and those that loved me. I relive my happier moments, once again with those who brought me joy. I revisit my regrets and tally up the mistakes I&#8217;ve made. I beg forgiveness for those I&#8217;ve wronged.  I imagine how things could have gone had I done things I should have and in some cases shouldn&#8217;t have. My brain cries out to the few who failed because of my faults and neglect.  I see no reason to go on which I have come to this.  The exhaust billowing out the green hose has a earthy smell and is take quite longer than I suspected.  I open my eyes and look at my seatmate.  They slightly shift their position so we&#8217;ll both still here.  I notice a light in the dash, it says &#8216;Check Engine&#8217;.  My butt starts to ache from the position I&#8217;m in so I sit upright again. My seatmate turns and looks at me and also sits upright.  We&#8217;ve been here thirty-five minutes.  A man is walking to the car and peering at the hose in the window.  He taps on the window so I roll it down.  He looks around and says, &#8220;Nice Prius, Dude&#8221; and walks off.</p>
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