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They call it "The American Dream," because you have to be asleep to believe it.
yeah, they all still hate getting killed... or the luckier ones, just maimed
I always liked Ireland.
Are there any problems these days with getting men to enlist in the US military?
I guess I am missing something. Exactly when did "we" decide that "protesters" could riot and it would still be treated like it was still a...
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I used to live in an apartment complex for a number of years where I became aware of huge numbers of cats left by previous owners. The town was incredibly transient with people coming and going and, evidently, leaving their pets. Large numbers were unspayed/unneutered so, of course, more and more kittens were born each year. I called one cat "Papa Cat" because he seemed to sire most of the offspring. My current oldest cat (who was born there and adopted by me there) looks just like him except he's orange. One day Papa Cat came to my door and meowed. I asked him what was wrong (because I always left water and food outside for the animals), and he kept staying at my doorstep and vocalizing. I took him inside, which was unusual because, normally, he would have bolted. I could see he was very sick. I didn't know the cause, but he was definitely very ill. I told Papa I couldn't do anything for him, but I could take him to the vet for euthanization. I talked to him for a while and hugged him, and when I felt that we reached an accord (I know that sounds weird), I took him to the vet. He was definitely sick and definitely wouldn't leave. I will add that, probably, Papa came to my door because I had already adopted a number of cats (those who, for some reason, had little or no fear of humans...most are terrified of humans...as well they should be) and because I offered food/water.