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	<title>Comments on: Tipping Point</title>
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		<title>By: Dean Livingston</title>
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		<dc:creator>Dean Livingston</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Apr 2008 15:12:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Extraordinary Kudos to Tipping Point's Vern Nelson. For the longest time, I have been reading O.C.Voice with interest but something was lacking...a sense of understanding of the world and it's effect on Huntington Beach. Vern Nelson has provided that with a viewpoint which reflects my "flaming liberal" proclivities.  Pictures of our honored dead soldiers killed in Iraq returning home in their flag-draped coffins have been suppressed. 

This does not make me proud to think that their deaths are no longer honored. Every effort is being made by this bestial administration to forget them. The carnage in Iraq is the result of just two "men" and a spineless congress to satisfy their lust for blood, bravado, and false honor. The deeply sorrowful convergence of the fifth anniversary of the Iraq war and the obscene event of the 4000th fallen U.S. soldier in Iraq has come and gone. Candles are lit and vigils held in thousands of homes across this country every evening. The meaning and value of sacrifice and the chorus of despairing whispers, wails, and anger are carried on the wind sweeping across the plains of our country.

All the new crosses of this war are silent witnesses to the failure of  our "leader" thugs to protect our soldiers from egregious, wanton, and strutting war making. In cold silence, many a mother can be seen escorting their grandson or grandaughter to visit their father's grave. The children somberly walk around the gravesite of their father trying to remember when he was alive and the fun they had. In their moment of transcendent visitation, no one can look at the children without great despair and aching love. No one can ever speak to them of the horror and lost hopes foisted on them in this criminally conceived war.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Extraordinary Kudos to Tipping Point&#8217;s Vern Nelson. For the longest time, I have been reading O.C.Voice with interest but something was lacking&#8230;a sense of understanding of the world and it&#8217;s effect on Huntington Beach. Vern Nelson has provided that with a viewpoint which reflects my &#8220;flaming liberal&#8221; proclivities.  Pictures of our honored dead soldiers killed in Iraq returning home in their flag-draped coffins have been suppressed. </p>
<p>This does not make me proud to think that their deaths are no longer honored. Every effort is being made by this bestial administration to forget them. The carnage in Iraq is the result of just two &#8220;men&#8221; and a spineless congress to satisfy their lust for blood, bravado, and false honor. The deeply sorrowful convergence of the fifth anniversary of the Iraq war and the obscene event of the 4000th fallen U.S. soldier in Iraq has come and gone. Candles are lit and vigils held in thousands of homes across this country every evening. The meaning and value of sacrifice and the chorus of despairing whispers, wails, and anger are carried on the wind sweeping across the plains of our country.</p>
<p>All the new crosses of this war are silent witnesses to the failure of  our &#8220;leader&#8221; thugs to protect our soldiers from egregious, wanton, and strutting war making. In cold silence, many a mother can be seen escorting their grandson or grandaughter to visit their father&#8217;s grave. The children somberly walk around the gravesite of their father trying to remember when he was alive and the fun they had. In their moment of transcendent visitation, no one can look at the children without great despair and aching love. No one can ever speak to them of the horror and lost hopes foisted on them in this criminally conceived war.</p>
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