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Tue 20 Jan, 2009 02:57 pm
around noonish. The sun looked the same, the sky was the same color, the snow was still on the ground... Everything looked just like it did when I went inside for work.
Where's the change?
We now have an African-American president. Change is coming. No one ever said he was going to change the weather. At least not right away.
Hey, McG.
One thing that changed is occupant of the White House actually sounds like English is a first language with him.
That is a pretty spectacular change.
McGentrix wrote:The sun looked the same, the sky was the same color, the snow was still on the ground...
McGentrix still has nothing of substance to say....
McGentrix wrote:
around noonish. The sun looked the same, the sky was the same color, the snow was still on the ground... Everything looked just like it did when I went inside for work.
Where's the change?
Well, while you were out wandering around aimlessly in the middle of a workday, an unqualified minority person took your job. Take
that, whitey!
Mr. Obama is not going to change anything ... he wants YOU to change. duh!
Somehow, I never imagined it would happen over night and am wondering how you would think anyone could make such a miracle happen?
Obama saved my baby from a dingo this afternoon between events.
I slept through the night, I got through to the dawn
I flipped a switch and the light went on
I got out of bed and I put some clothes on
Its a pretty good day so far
I turned the tap, there was cold there was hot
I put on my coat to go to the shop
I stepped outside, and I didnt get shot
Its a pretty good day so far
I didnt hear any sirens or explosions
No mortars coming in from those heavy guns
No UN tanks, I didnt see one
Its a pretty good day so far
No snipers in windows, taking a peak
No people panicked, running scared through the streets
I didnt see any bodies without arms, legs, or feet
Its a pretty good day
There was plasma bandages and electricity
Food, wood, and water; and the air was smoke free
No camera crews from my TV
It was all such a strange sight to be home
Nobody was frightened, wounded, hungry, or cold
And the children seemed normal, they didnt look old
Its a pretty good day so far
I walked through a park, you would not believe it
There in the park, there were a few trees left
And on some branches, there were a few leaves
A pretty good day so far
I slept through the night, got through to the dawn
I flipped the switch and the light went on
I wrote down my dream, I made it this song
Its a pretty good day so far
I thought he was pretty funny actually
But then so was Joe
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