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That for which we find words is something already dead in our hearts. There is always a kind of contempt in the act of speaking.
john baker, December 12th, 2006. 8 comments. Filed under politics.
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Grief is such an ugly thing. Glad to see they’re moving on.
jb says: Hi Jim, sitting around crying don’t do you no good.
Thanks to the picture, I realized that I am in mourning too 🙂
jb says: I’m not overtly expressive myself, but I did little jig.
Thanks for this post John, as I had no idea he’d actually died! I’ve been travelling with work (near your neck of the woods, as it happens) and with no time to spare. Only today was I aware of the spate of murders in Suffolk. Perhaps by Christmas Day I’ll have caught up with the news!
jb says: Sometimes it’s great to avoid the news. At least for a while.
That’s a great shot – excellent caption.
Thanks President Bachelet you dinied to give Honor to Pinochet you just make him bigger than before GOOD MOVE!!! now ,,, next president wont be from the concertacion and then you socialist want be avaible to corrupt the country!!! Pinochet got 24 millions US dollars in 30 years how mouch yor goverment had take in 6 months???? please!!! make your maths!!! don’t go with your victim face while you fill your pockets with money!!! we can talk about percentage and guess who will be the biggest corrupt goverment!!! 6 months 10 millions GOOD JOB!!!
P.S. He did some mistake and I feel for those they lost the persons they love R.I.P so Pinochet R.I.P we have ti look foward!!
Pass the champagne!
jb says: Hi Debi. We’re gonna need something to get us through this one.
Love your writing style and the design of your blog, its very original! Well done, look forward to reading more.
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