hey how about this...

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Listening to the president and then the responses from all the "pundits" made me think...is it really that hard to set aside our hatred and see to the truth of the matter...like the supreme court ruling...is it really okay for big business to have a a larger voice than any individual, because they have more to gain or lose...you don't have to like or even agree with our president to see that both sides of the aisle have been reduced to the interests they represent not the constituency that elected them...that the republicans need to have some sort of plan...any sort of plan ...if they hope to regain the white house and control of either house...the health care debate might reveal some sort of answers if the matter was discussed rather than cursed...I believe our president is a good man who is trying to help all Americans...not just the richest few of us... ideologically the republicans stand for big business, small government, large military and deregulation...I thought the democrats stood for the little guy, a government that looks after all of us and control over what big business sees as their inherent right in a free market system...seems like i was wrong on both accounts...maybe as Cynthia tucker said in her column..each senator and congressman should have to wear a patch...like a nascar driver...that shows who's interests they represent...like the senator from Florida is brought to you by big oil, big insurance and the citrus lobby .. or our last president was brought to us by...Haliburton...big oil...and the stinking rich....in reading the decision by the supreme court it became obvious that the whole issue was carefully planned to be presented to this court and these judges...and that the outcome showed just who is really important in our nation's politic...

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