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Bryan G. said…
I'd like to say I can't relate to the first one, but...wait, gotta go, Facebook is updating on my phone. I'll talk to you later, John...on Facebook, of course.
nonamedufus said…
Amazing how it's taken over our lives, isn't it?
nonamedufus said…
It sure demonstrated the worst in the media. The coverage was atrocious.
nonamedufus said…
I watched CNN and finally had to turn it off. The coverage was terrible, full of stupid speculation and what not. In the absence of any real developments they seemed to make up their own story.
nonamedufus said…
The week was so bizarre, Indigo. Really makes one wonder.
Quirky Loon said…
I, too, am glad that so many people, you included, have chosen to focus on the heroes of the situation. That is what is needed.

Leave the weenies out of the publicity.

Let them rot in their buns.

nonamedufus said…
I was so amazed by, and proud of, those people who rushed to help with little thought for their own safety. Amazing.
meleahrebeccah said…
The Mr. Fred Rogers quote is the ABSOLUTE best.
nonamedufus said…
It's a great quote. I've seen it a lot lately.

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