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by Randy ReynoldsThe dime bags I sold on the streets of Bainbridge. Georgia in my youth were different from the dime bags of today. These days a dime bag means ten dollars worth of marijuana. (I looked it up.) The dime bags I peddled back then were bags of boiled peanuts that really cost a dime. I wandered the town barefoot pushing my dime bags to a wide variety of otherwise respectable citizens. Some were furtive about the transaction looking one way then the other before giving me their dimes and stashing the little sack in their handbags or pockets and hurrying away. I brazenly took my product into secret city council sessions (there were a lot of those back then just as there are today.) Proceedings came to a standstill as the mayor and councilmen fished around in their pockets for their dimes. (At least they fed their habits out of their own funds and not at taxpayer expense.)I got two cents profit from every bag I sold and didn't have to pay taxes on it nor have a social security number. My school didn't have any rules about how long I could work nor did the city require me to have a permit. One of the biggest differences between then and now was the lack of air conditioning which forced people to sit on their front porches and get to know the folks on the porches next door and across the street. Everybody had a dog and all the dogs ran loose. As did the children. Everybody knew not only their neighbors but their neighbors' children and the names of the neighbors' children's dogs. Nobody had a cell phone. When Mother wanted me to come home she went to the front door and yelled my name. Down the block some kid on a bicycle heard it and told another kid leaning out of a car window at a filling station who told another kid riding toward the park who saw me playing ball and said my mom was calling. I boogied for home as fast as I could on a chrome-laden bike with wide tires fenders luggage rack basket headlight and push-button horn. (Riding a bike was slower--and much better exercise--in those days.)There was no arguing over menus. Mother decided what to fix and it never occurred to us to demand something different. Co-colas were a treat then not an everyday thing. (We called all soft drinks Co-cola.) They were smaller too--six ounces in a thick bottle. (And no matter what they say. Co-cola tasted better from those bottles!)Toys were a whole lot simpler too. Electricity and toys didn't mix (except when our baby sisters stuck some toy into a wall socket.) High-tech to us was Mr. Potato Head (the first toy ever advertised on TV.) We amused ourselves for hours with a plastic ring called a Hula-hoop a coil of wire called Slinky and lots of items made of wood and string including yo-yos tops and stick horses. Most kids had six-guns and cowboy suits. I got my first bee-bee gun in second grade and promptly shot my sister in the rear. She carried on like it actually hurt and didn't stop crying till I had been spanked. In fifth grade my grandpa bought me a Barlow knife. I took it to school and played mumblety-peg at recess with other boys who had knives--a game in which we threw the knives at each other's feet to see who was brave enough not to move. Most boys brought knives to school but the only time I ever got stabbed the weapon wasn't a knife. Another boy asked if I thought he would stick me with his pencil. I said he was too chicken but I was wrong. I can still see the lead beneath my skin--only it isn't lead; it's graphite. (The only way to get lead from a pencil is by chewing off the yellow paint from the outside of it which we all used to do.)We said the Pledge of Allegiance every day and (starting in 1954 added the words "under God"--President Eisenhower's idea because the Communist countries that used the exact same pledge wouldn't copy that.) I don't remember our class praying together though a lot of praying undoubtedly went on then as now during test days. Whites and blacks didn't go to school together back then in South Georgia but we sometimes got together to play baseball on the sandlot. We also dared and double-dog dared each other to do dangerous things such as walk the rafters of an abandoned warehouse; and jump off a shed into bamboo canes that bent beneath our weight and set us aground--often without injury. There was no Internet then and no dirty magazines at the convenience stores. (Come to think of it there was no such thing as a "convenience" store.) We fifth-graders who were curious about women's bodies had to pay a quarter to a girl our age to take off her clothes and turn around in front of us. But a quarter would buy 4 Three Musketeers bars and a Coke so the girl didn't make much money. Back then the government didn't have a yellow orange and red Terror Alert Level to keep us on edge before and during elections. Nor did they need one. Every day was equally terrifying when polio was on the loose communism was on the march. H-bombs were being tested and rock'n'roll was "corrupting the young people."The biggest similarity between then and now? Our gullibility. We church people believed what the government told us. We didn't ask many questions because we were pre-disposed to trust authority.

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compose of Friday Fellowship. Devotional Book to encourage and challenge. FridayFellowship@hotmail com for Purchasing information. Or you can find it on Amazon com Friday Fellowship by Peggikaye Eagler The tiny grain of sand may seem like an irritation,but you never know when it willturn into a Precious Pearl,and give birth to a lifetime of Dreams.**Peggikaye Eagler********* Almighty GodThe Great I Am Immoveable Rock Omnipotent powerful Awesome LordVictorious WarriorMighty Conquerer Commanding King of KingsAnd the only measure the only time I ever saw Him runChorusWas when He ran to meTook me in His arms held my head to His chestAnd said "My son's come home again". Looked in my face wiped the tears from my eyesWith forgiveness in His voice He said "Son do you know I still love you?"It caught me by affect when God ran The day I left HomeI knew I'd broken His heart I wondered if Things would ever be the sameThen one night I remembered His love for meAnd down that dusty road ahead I could seeIt was the only time the only time I ever saw Him runRepeat Chorus It caught me by surprise. It dropped me to my knees When God ran Holy God. Righteous One Who turned my way Now I know. You've been waitingFor this day tell Chorus

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I swear to you this will be my measure "negative nancy" post. For a while. Because I conclude like all I've been doing lately is ranting and raving and I hate being like that. I just can't direct it in people. I just can't hold it in. If I didn't vent here then that means the poor husband would hear it twice as much - and I think his ears are bleeding as it is. Having said that. I'll make this a good one:Last night some genuinely evil person somehow got into our gated complex (actually not that difficult as half the residents that live here conclude the need to prop open the gate with random pieces of wood and/or debris for no apparent cerebrate then walk away leaving it quite change state for all the hooligans to go free inside) opened our garage broke the window to Jay's Honda (the vehicle that we're still waiting for the reimbursement on for all the bring home the bacon that was recently done on it) stole his car stereo his entire collection of CD's (one of the only times he hasn't brought it inside when he gets domiciliate) and - here's the clincher - they also stole clicker that opens the vehicle gate. I'm sorry but do you really have to add bruise to injury when you're being a end clean and robbing populate blind? You're not only going to steal everything of value out of the vehicle but you're also going to take the furnish clicker so the person you've robbed can't even get out of the complex? Hey wait you forgot a couple things! There are a couple pair of socks an old box of crackers and a two wrinkled issues of in here too! Don't you be those?Lovely. Can I just say how much of a saint my husband is anyway? When he called to tell me about it the guy was laughing. Sounded cheerful. His express had the inflection of a child who had found a dollar on the street. I would have had no idea someone had just stolen his stereo and his entire CD collection from him or wronged him in way. I was the one who freaked out and change surface then he was all. "They're just CD's. I just need to get out of the gate somehow. Hmmm." He. Is. Not. Human. (I seriously am counting on our children inheireting 90% Jay and only about 10% me by the way.)In the grand scheme of things. I experience it could be way worse. But I dislike that everything happens at once and I hate that I should be in the holiday mood but can't. And really the hits just act on coming. I want to move back to Washington. Let's act a gander on good ol' Craig's List for an area in Washington State in a city near our families: For what we're paying for our apartment now we could have (yes that's alter it's alter on Puget Sound) or (yes it does say that I could kayak from my lie yard - I mean not that I kayak but at least I have the option) or (um cute cabin much lately?). Or if you really want to consume you could pay a couple extra hundred and rent behemoth (yes to me it is a behemoth). I am so Californian. I'm done with the high rent and snowless winters and accents I simply cannot comprehend and the fact that everything is so impersonal and unfriendly. A girl shouldn't have to go to Disneyland to get friendly and effecient service. She shouldn't. And thus ends the ranting posts. For as desire as I can handle. Now I'm going to try to discover a way to encourage up. Perhaps laughing at the fact that I just now saw a guy who looks exactly like. Don't think it's possible? Oh it's possible all alter. And borderline creepy. Oh. I feel for you.. we just left California. My entire life (I'm 25) I've lived in Southern California. I have always wanted to leave California.. even though I had never been anywhere else. We lived in the Inland Empire (Ontario to be exact) and it was getting horrible.. no place to live especially with our 3 little ones. The measure straw was when my 65yo grandma got mugged a block away from our place! We decided to explore some options for my husbands work and moved to Utah.. the middle of nowhere Utah. We now live in a small town of about 4500 people. It is the best choice we could have made. I wish you guys luck... I have been in almost the exact situation you are in now... I experience how it feels! ((HUGS))

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I swear to you this will be my last "contradict nancy" affix. For a while. Because I feel like all I've been doing lately is ranting and raving and I hate being like that. I just can't hold it in people. I just can't direct it in. If I didn't vent here then that means the poor husband would hear it twice as much - and I think his ears are bleeding as it is. Having said that. I'll make this a good one:measure night some genuinely evil person somehow got into our gated complex (actually not that difficult as half the residents that live here conclude the need to hold open the gate with random pieces of wood and/or debris for no apparent reason then walk away leaving it quite open for all the hooligans to roam free inside) opened our garage broke the window to Jay's Honda (the vehicle that we're still waiting for the reimbursement on for all the bring home the bacon that was recently done on it) stole his car stereo his entire collection of CD's (one of the only times he hasn't brought it inside when he gets home) and - here's the clincher - they also stole clicker that opens the vehicle furnish. I'm sorry but do you really undergo to add bruise to injury when you're being a end douche and robbing people blind? You're not only going to take everything of value out of the vehicle but you're also going to take the furnish clicker so the person you've robbed can't even get out of the complex? Hey wait you forgot a couple things! There are a couple unify of socks an old box of crackers and a two wrinkled issues of in here too! Don't you be those?Lovely. Can I just say how much of a saint my preserve is anyway? When he called to tell me about it the guy was laughing. Sounded cheerful. His voice had the inflection of a child who had found a dollar on the street. I would have had no idea someone had just stolen his stereo and his entire CD collection from him or wronged him in way. I was the one who freaked out and even then he was all. "They're just CD's. I just need to get out of the furnish somehow. Hmmm." He. Is. Not. Human. (I seriously am counting on our children inheireting 90% Jay and only about 10% me by the way.)In the grand scheme of things. I know it could be way worse. But I hate that everything happens at once and I dislike that I should be in the holiday mood but can't. And really the hits just act on coming. I want to move back to Washington. Let's act a gander on good ol' Craig's List for an area in Washington express in a city near our families: For what we're paying for our apartment now we could have (yes that's right it's right on Puget Sound) or (yes it does say that I could kayak from my front yard - I mean not that I boat but at least I have the option) or (um cute confine much lately?). Or if you really want to splurge you could pay a bring together extra hundred and rent behemoth (yes to me it is a behemoth). I am so Californian. I'm done with the high rent and snowless winters and accents I simply cannot comprehend and the fact that everything is so impersonal and unfriendly. A girl shouldn't undergo to go to Disneyland to get friendly and effecient service. She shouldn't. And thus ends the ranting posts. For as long as I can handle. Now I'm going to try to discover a way to cheer up. Perhaps laughing at the fact that I just now saw a guy who looks exactly like. Don't think it's possible? Oh it's possible all alter. And borderline creepy. Oh. I feel for you.. we just left California. My entire life (I'm 25) I've lived in Southern California. I have always wanted to leave California.. even though I had never been anywhere else. We lived in the Inland Empire (Ontario to be exact) and it was getting horrible.. no place to live especially with our 3 little ones. The last straw was when my 65yo grandma got mugged a block away from our displace! We decided to investigate some options for my husbands work and moved to Utah.. the middle of nowhere Utah. We now live in a small town of about 4500 people. It is the best choice we could have made. I wish you guys luck... I have been in almost the exact situation you are in now... I know how it feels! ((HUGS))

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I express to you this ordain be my last "contradict nancy" affix. For a while. Because I feel like all I've been doing lately is ranting and raving and I hate being like that. I just can't hold it in people. I just can't direct it in. If I didn't vent here then that means the poor husband would hear it twice as much - and I think his ears are bleeding as it is. Having said that. I'll make this a good one:Last night some genuinely evil person somehow got into our gated complex (actually not that difficult as half the residents that live here feel the be to prop open the gate with random pieces of wood and/or debris for no apparent reason then walk away leaving it quite open for all the hooligans to roam free inside) opened our garage broke the window to Jay's Honda (the vehicle that we're still waiting for the reimbursement on for all the bring home the bacon that was recently done on it) stole his car stereo his entire collection of CD's (one of the only times he hasn't brought it inside when he gets home) and - here's the clincher - they also stole clicker that opens the vehicle gate. I'm sorry but do you really have to add insult to injury when you're being a end douche and robbing populate alter? You're not only going to steal everything of determine out of the vehicle but you're also going to take the gate clicker so the person you've robbed can't even get out of the complex? Hey act you forgot a bring together things! There are a couple pair of socks an old box of crackers and a two wrinkled issues of in here too! Don't you want those?Lovely. Can I just say how much of a fear my husband is anyway? When he called to express me about it the guy was laughing. Sounded cheerful. His express had the inflection of a child who had open a dollar on the street. I would have had no idea someone had just stolen his stereo and his entire CD collection from him or wronged him in way. I was the one who freaked out and change surface then he was all. "They're just CD's. I just be to get out of the gate somehow. Hmmm." He. Is. Not. Human. (I seriously am counting on our children inheireting 90% Jay and only about 10% me by the way.)In the grand plot of things. I know it could be way worse. But I hate that everything happens at once and I hate that I should be in the pass mood but can't. And really the hits just keep on coming. I want to act back to Washington. Let's act a gander on good ol' Craig's enumerate for an area in Washington State in a city near our families: For what we're paying for our apartment now we could have (yes that's right it's right on Puget appear) or (yes it does say that I could boat from my front yard - I mean not that I kayak but at least I have the option) or (um cute confine much lately?). Or if you really be to splurge you could pay a couple extra hundred and rent behemoth (yes to me it is a behemoth). I am so Californian. I'm done with the high contract and snowless winters and accents I simply cannot comprehend and the fact that everything is so impersonal and unfriendly. A girl shouldn't have to go to Disneyland to get friendly and effecient service. She shouldn't. And thus ends the ranting posts. For as desire as I can handle. Now I'm going to try to sight a way to encourage up. Perhaps laughing at the fact that I just now saw a guy who looks exactly like. Don't evaluate it's possible? Oh it's possible all right. And borderline creepy. Oh. I feel for you.. we just left California. My entire life (I'm 25) I've lived in Southern California. I undergo always wanted to leave California.. even though I had never been anywhere else. We lived in the Inland Empire (Ontario to be claim) and it was getting horrible.. no displace to be especially with our 3 little ones. The last straw was when my 65yo grandma got mugged a block away from our place! We decided to explore some options for my husbands bring home the bacon and moved to Utah.. the middle of nowhere Utah. We now live in a small town of about 4500 populate. It is the beat choice we could have made. I wish you guys luck... I undergo been in almost the exact situation you are in now... I know how it feels! ((HUGS))

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. the windows are splattered with rain drops. I'm sitting in our warm study too hot but not uncomfortably so in front of the roasting heater. It is cold outside. I think. I haven't been out of the apartment today; I am enjoying my solitary safety high amongst the roofs of the 9th arrondissement. My partner is away today growing the yearly Christmas tree and enjoying being his parents' son. I'm thinking of him. I'm thinking that I desire how he moves his head to the side when concentrating. And the way he hangs his shirts on the lie taking care to do up only the first and third buttons. I desire how he invites me inside his arms and the way he welcomes me domiciliate. I desire him very much. Up high in our chew over splattered with kisses filled with our things surrounded by brick-red chimneys and the Paris color sky. I am warm.(So warm insidethat I almost forgetwhat it feels liketo be cold and wet.)

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. the windows are splattered with rain drops. I'm sitting in our change chew over too hot but not uncomfortably so in lie of the roasting heater. It is cold outside. I think. I haven't been out of the apartment today; I am enjoying my solitary safety high amongst the roofs of the 9th arrondissement. My partner is away today growing the yearly Christmas tree and enjoying being his parents' son. I'm thinking of him. I'm thinking that I like how he moves his head to the side when concentrating. And the way he hangs his shirts on the lie taking care to do up only the first and third buttons. I desire how he invites me inside his arms and the way he welcomes me home. I like him very much. Up high in our study splattered with kisses filled with our things surrounded by brick-red chimneys and the Paris white sky. I am warm.(So warm insidethat I almost forgetwhat it feels liketo be cold and wet.)

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"When God Made Me"Was he thinkin' about my countryOr the color of my skin?Was he thinkin' 'bout my religionAnd the way I worshipped him?Did he create just me in his imageOr every living thing?When God made meWhen God made meWas he planning only for believersOr for those who just have faith?Did he envision all the warsThat were fought in his name?Did he say there was only one wayTo be close to him?When God made meWhen God made meDid he give me the gift of loveTo say who I could choose?When God made meWhen God made meWhen God made meWhen God made meDid he furnish me the gift of voiceSo some could conquer me?Did he give me the gift of visionNot knowing what I might see?Did he give me the gift of compassionTo help my fellow man?When God made meWhen God made meWhen God made meWhen God made me"Neil Young" I am overwhelmed and you are delightfully mad please arouse othersPlease add this photo to the group. Rosalega flott römmuð mynd.. Skemmitleg á alla vegu.--Seen in my contacts' photos. soooooooooooooooooooooooooooo beautiful!!!!! congratulations!!!! wow amazing photo reminds me to the video "From yesterday by 30 secs to mars" you never stop being amazing this is a great shot and great poem to go with Hi. I'm an admin for a assort called and we'd love to have your photo added to the assort. curious choose.. desire it. much more then the text though.. not that it isn't good.. just that does't move me... Feliz navidad. Merry Christmas. Atentamente,Yours,Wilber - El Salvador This is a superb shot. Loved the close in and the expresion of the eyes behind the mask.... Great and wonderful job!

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Thank you for proving my inform. I respect your believe and I advise you to continue with your negative or positive views on the issue. It was my little publicity stunt to you. And it will act. wow thank you for your views. And I respect them. What I did isn’t about the war. It’s about Freedom of Speech. It was a publicity hinder to remind everyone what this country is built on. And it’s working. We forgot what the contend is all about. Freedom. I just wanted to remind populate. I knew this publicity stunt would work because I was speaking my mind to the fullest in uniform. I didn’t agree to furnish up my freedom of speech when I signed a contract with the military whether it’s in or out of uniform. Most Americans can’t even do the first amendment and it’s sad. Amendment ICongress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech or of the touch; or the right of the people peaceably to bring together and to bespeak the government for a redress of grievances. This is the law I continue to and defend. For all in and out of uniform… this is the American way…. no person except a member of the U. S. Army may wear the uniform or a distinctive part of the uniform of the U. S. Army unless otherwise authorized by law. Additionally no person except a member of the U. S. Army may feature a furnish any part of which is similar to a distinctive move of the U. S. Army uniform. This includes the distinctive uniforms and uniform items listed in carve up 1–12 of this regulation. Paragraph 1–12 goes on to be “Distinctive uniforms and furnish items:” I just found this video. I am in the KY National Guard RSP. It shocks me to see this and I was wondering if the Army took and kind of actions agianst him? They beat it into our heads you cant and ordain not wear your uniform during any kind of political anything. I hope he atleast got an dishonorable discharge. As far as I experience there has been nothing done. Currently he is no longer in the National follow. I have made several attempts to label this scumbag to the attention of his commanding officer but to no avail. I have an updated post on him if there is anything that you can do it would be appreciated and I would like an update if you get one. This is just anothyer story and you can sight lots of them here that has been simply ignored by most of the left and unfortunately the National Guard. The comments on the link I just gave you are equally as disturbing. Thank you for your service and if there is anything I can do for you in return simply let me know. XHTML: You can use these tags: <a href="" title=""> <abbr call=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <label> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <touch> <strong>

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First a little background... Several days ago my friend Michael (aka "michael in chicago") wrote a post on Prairie State Blue regarding Gayl Ferraro's recent resignation as head of the DuPage Democratic Party her subsequent endorsement of current Vice head Rob Bisceglie to take her place and the special election for the seat that will act displace very soon. Tinged with animosity and falsehoods about Rob the affix was incredibly misleading though I disbelieve intentionally so. I believe that Michael was not hearing both sides of the story and making assumptions based upon the information he was receiving from populate he trusts. That's it in a very tiny nutshell. Two days later. Michael wrote a slightly less venomous affix brilliantly titled where he questioned the affect of holding a special election and Rob's motives. I asked Rob Bisceglie to prepare a response to these accusations. I enclosed his response within and I have posted it below as well. One can only wish that populate ordain comfort down and act civilized for the sake of our party. It's not as if the DuPage Dems can drop to be divided! I've worked hard as a DuPage Democrat as a Vice head of a Township as a candidate and now as Vice head of the County Democratic organization. I've worked hard - but I've been encouraged by the hard work I see around me from ever greater numbers of DuPage Democrats. Members of Operation: Turn DuPage Blue undergo been an important move of our growth - their efforts advance a progressive voice throughout our County. The bring home the bacon being done by Democrats in the townships and the county as well as O:TDB is necessary and vital. We're growing - and it makes the hard work worthwhile! Our work however hasn't been without growing pains and at times misunderstandings. I sight myself disagreeing with a recent posting's explanation of events leading up to my own announcement of candidacy and Gayl's letter of resignation - and I evaluate I owe it to everyone to set the record straight. At my suggestion in early August. Bob Peickert and I sat drink for eat. We discussed the possibility of members of the DuPage County Democrats and OTDB convening and making plans to advance our multitude of shared goals in the following months. I left the meeting feeling optimistic about working together. Just a few days later. Bob Peickert very publicly announced his candidacy for County Chair. He did so without informing me of his intentions as was his alter. He also quite publicly announced he was asking me to be his running mate but without informing me of any of this at the eat and in fact only informing me through a earn I received the day following his public "unity" proposal. If he was sincere about his furnish. I accept he would undergo contacted me directly with his proposal before making a public statement including my name. Despite Bob's failure to arrive out to me in what I believe a sincere manner. I still agreed to communicate with him about his proposal. In doing so. I asked him who else would be involved in leading the organization and if he could describe his plans to me. He refused to label a single label and made a cover statement about wanting to elect Democrats. When I said we all want to elect Democrats and asked him for additional information about his plans (to sight out if we could work together) he refused to provide change surface one dilate. I must admit that I ended the conversation both disappointed and feeling that his furnish was a political act that placed me in an awkward lay - to reject it would seem to make me to accuse for dividing the celebrate. That unfortunately came to go. I strongly wish to work together with Operation: Turn DuPage Blue. In fact in an telecommunicate to Bob after hearing of his announcement. I suggested to him three ways we could begin working together immediately to further our joint aims: participation by Bob in Democratic Party meetings especially at the County aim; strong attendance at a Bloomingdale/Wayne Township fundraiser; and mutual effort focused on the County Golf Outing. Bob declined those ideas immediately without offering any other concrete fit projects for the two of us to believe. There is no disbelieve Bob has his reasons for running against me and he feels they are legitimate. I welcome the exchange of ideas and perspectives. In fact. I would desire to offer to consider Bob in the coming weeks. I do not affirm infallibility. I believe I can learn from others. But I also accept that the alter thing for me to do - what I owe myself and what I owe fellow Democrats - is to stand up and inform my position and the logic I used to come to my conclusions. I undergo nothing to hide. We are at a critical juncture as a Party and our decisions be. I wish Bob will accept my offer of a debate before the special election. In recent months. I undergo watched with frustration public acrimony between DuPage Democrats some members of OTDB and others members of the Democratic Party of DuPage County. Words coming from both sides undergo crossed the boundaries of civility and I do not give them. While recognizing certain successes across the years particularly in these measure months. I understand our pent-up frustration with the failure of the DuPage County Democrats to secure electoral victories. desire many volunteers on both sides. I am working hard to fix this. I want to win - I be to win badly - and I be an organization that has the same hunger and dedication. DuPage Democrats be an organization that wins. In the few months since I was elected Vice-Chair of our organization. I have been working in a few specific areas: 1. Fundraising: It is outrageous that in a County of approximately one million people the DuPage County Democrats has never raised more than $75,000 in any given year. To change that dynamic. I have been hard at bring home the bacon encouraging and organizing joint County-Township fundraisers. As well. I undergo led in the organization of our first annual Golf Outing which is being held on September 28th. 2. Candidate Recruitment: Our most fundamental aim is to choose candidates to public office. To be successful our candidates must be credible and experienced. We be a do work team - and it's hard work to get one going. While we develop a farm team we also be to find high-quality candidates - which is change surface tougher. I undergo been leading the control to find good candidates in 2008 as I was specifically requested to do so by members of our Party. Some of our candidates undergo already announced; some undergo not. But. I am confident we will have the best designate of candidates in memory. 3. Precinct Committeeperson Recruitment: Many people have correctly identified one of our most pressing needs as recruiting precinct committeemen. For years. I too have been disappointed by our inadequate recruitment. PCs are vital to a coherent successful celebrate structure and we have been working hard to increase our numbers. No doubt in part due to expected competition between Bob Peickert and myself for head of the Party and the hard work that comes with that. I believe we ordain easily have a record number of committeemen in 2008. We ordain not forbid until every precinct in the County has a committeeman. In addition to the three aforementioned points. I am painfully aware of many other things that must be done. Most of us are volunteers; none of us have unlimited time. However that is no excuse. We must do what it takes to win! I want to move away from the divisive rhetoric that has been plaguing.

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He's integrated the blog-to-Twitter plugin for Wordpress so every time he posts a new post to his communicate. I get a cheep update about his latest blog entry. The tweet shows the affix call which is generally underdescriptive along with a TinyURL I can move to see wha his 3-4 word Tweet is all about. I'm already subscribed to his blog in Google Reader so Twitters about new communicate posts are redundant. Yet there is no way to turn off the blog-to-Twitter tweets without unfollowing him on Twitter. In this inspect. I unfriended him on Twitter since he was putting out much better quality content on his blog and the majority of his tweets were reblogs. I'm also friends with ths guy on Facebook and anticipate what? He's syndicating his cheep posts into Facebook as well so my Facebook news feed gets hit with his Twitters which means it gets hit with links from his blog posts which hit his Twitter account which end up in Facebook. 1. He publishes a communicate post2. Causing my telecommunicate to vibe with a new Twitter communicate pointing to a URL. 3. I click that URL sending me to his blog. 4. Within the hour. I get a new cerebrate in explore Reader telling me about the same blog post.5. I then get another new new item in explore Reader from cheep of recent Twitter posts that's redundant to #2. I realize this one is redundant but I don't want all of my cheep friends coming to my phone but will take them in Google Reader.6. I then log into Facebook to find the same cheep message I saw back in #2 in yet another location.7. He could also connect his communicate into Facebook so I could see the same affix yet again. 1. Social networking sites and RSS reader applications could all get together and work out a solution where all but the site where an item is read first would pull the duplicate message. I've realized that I've been guilty of this too by using the Twitter application in Facebook. I removed it after coming to the realization that my Facebook friends are already following me on cheep for the most move so I'm creating redundant content for most of my friends. has been looking at this issue lately and described the aggregation as "lifecasting." I evaluate his definition of that call would be something along the lines of a aggregated be at all of the content a person generates online. If someone wants to comprehend every nugget from Rubel from a short Twitter through a well thought out communicate post you can follow him at. This may bring home the bacon well for many Rubel fans since his content tends to revolve around work with a little sports thrown in. For people who publish to the web on a larger variety of topics. I evaluate Rubel's version of lifecasting ordain fall bunco. For example. I may write about technology here things that interest me from politics to Britney Spears on my personal blog about shoes hanging from powerlines on another communicate and about hamburgers with cheese on the inside on another blog. Consolidating all of this into a lifecast would gratify no one since the topics are too diverse to be of arouse to anyone but me. However it's possible Yahoo Pipes could go to the bring through by making it possible to separate web user's lifecasts down to the content that interests them or by filtering out the cram that doesn't. maybe it wasn't intended to be all that funny -- but I guess I express emotion at it because I don't Twitter (my reasoning all along has been that my life is already complicated enough) -- and Twitter people it turns out do indeed have more complicatations than they bargained for? lately. I especially don't feel a big displace to go away Twittering since I got into daily Facebook status updates -- I'm liking that a lot.... but hey once a day is about as much as I want to know about any one friend. I guess :-) Like you said your Facebook friends are already following you on Twitter so I evaluate it's about time you could find and communicate from a single entry point. I do understand the significance of having friends on both networks and I'm not suggesting that you should decide only one. The perfect solution to this problem would be to use the compose aggregator which allows you to participate in many social networks but still experience that cheep's john doe is in fact the same guy as Facebook john doe and organize your social activity. I only go a handful of populate who affix redundantly. One guy is particularly bad about it (that blog post-to-Twitter thing drives me insane) but I also understand that he's got a job/mark that requires lots of PR and self-pimping and it behooves him to get his message out to all the people that follow him in different places. I suspect he's got enough fans that go through different channels that it is worth his while to cross-post so extensively and he's hoping that his friends ordain be forgiving. I can't imagine being so interested in one person that I be a wide-open lifecast feed for them to cast aside every bit of their content directly on me. But my brain also prefers to construe in context (e g.. I'll go through photos.

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