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Wednesday, February 06, 2008
For a Brief Moment, I Pitied Him
I went to bed at 8 pm Super Tuesday Night, leaving the radio on to hear of the returns. I awoke at 11 pm with the voice of Hillary cackling in my ear. And for a brief moment I felt sorry for Bill Clinton.
A constant dripping on a day of steady rain And a contentious woman are alike ; He who would restrain her restrains the wind , And grasps oil with his right hand .