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Old 03-28-2003, 10:30 AM   #60
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Originally posted by twinkley
So.... the booing was definitely uncalled for I think ....

However...

I APPLAUD your PM for having the BALLZ to stand up to our tyrant.... errr president. Okay, so he didnt make the choice you would have - dyonisus has a point - you are not the only person he represents, and I have to imagine he is going with the majority - unlike OUR president who has completely ignored what the majority of people here want, and has attacked iraq anyways, without the approval of the UN causing untold future problems....

twinkley
I know I'm a bit late to this thread but I notice that the above clap trap was let go and as a thinking American, I feel the need to respond.

Anyone who would refer to our president as a tyrant, should learn to quiet down until she's finished with the 6th grade and has a better understanding of politics and the world around her.
And as for your dopey comment that our president has ignored the majority goes, please, stop embarrassing yourself. the last poll I saw had an 80% approval rating for the war.
Just because you don't agree with it doesn't mean the rest of us don't.
We just happen to be better informed.
Americans also will not be bound to the UN. We don't have to abide by the rules of a body of idiots and sadly, that's what most of the world is made up of.
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