That's Correct, Ms. Palin--You Are No Community Organizer

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You were far too busy with the responsibilities involved in your job.

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  1. AnonymousSeptember 5, 2008 at 2:26 PM

    You tell it like it is sister :-)!

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  2. RudeeSeptember 6, 2008 at 11:42 AM

    Exactly, pray tell, what is wrong with a community organizer? Barack's experience as such occurred when he was 23 and prior to law school. It's not exactly something to be ashamed of. I'm off to go find myself an Obama/Biden lawn sign....

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  3. AnonymousSeptember 6, 2008 at 5:55 PM

    Thanks for checking in...Only time will tell, they say they will know if they got all the cancer in two weeks...XOXO

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  4. AnonymousSeptember 9, 2008 at 10:26 AM

    Pleeaase don't go get all political on us. The contention it would bring would be disasterous.
    I love your blog and check in regularly for a moment of peace and realization that the outside world is beautiful still. (I too often work in a neroramville).

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  5. LydiaSeptember 10, 2008 at 2:48 AM

    I LOVED this post. Rather than contentious, it was as forthright a piece as I've seen this political season. With pictures of the Great Ones you reminded us that the peace keepers are blessed and have been blessings to humanity.

    I enjoyed a weekend break from blogging and I wish your week will be a marvelous unplugged adventure. I absolutely understand what you mean about your old life. Finding a balance is a real concern.

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  6. La FraméricaineSeptember 12, 2008 at 2:55 PM

    I came to this post a week late but would like to thank you for it.

    Just seeing the faces of these community organizers restored my faith in the concept of a collective historical memory.

    Have a nice break.

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