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Without going off on the Nazi tangent, did you actually read the link from the OP? Here is an excerpt:

“There is a lot of disinformation about health insurance reform out there, spanning from control of personal finances to end of life care. These rumors often travel just below the surface via chain emails or through casual conversation. Since we can’t keep track of all of them here at the White House, we’re asking for your help. If you get an email or see something on the web about health insurance reform that seems fishy, send it to [email protected].”

Seriously?!?! I’m sorry, I find that creepy and odd. I just had a conversation with my extremely liberal neighbor regarding the health care bill this evening and I guess he’s supposed to provide a written transcript of our “casual conversation” and email it to the white house now.

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I was a reluctant Facebook joiner. (I totally could not get into MySpace with the way everyone would jack up their page with graphics and music and you couldn’t even read anything.) But tons of people I knew were on Facebook and it got to the point where I pretty much had to join if I ever wanted to see pics of them, their new baby, some event, a vacation, etc. I was tired of saying, “I want to see some pictures”, and hearing, “oh they are on my FB page.” Ugh.

So I joined last year. And now I’m one of those people who say, “oh those pics are on my FB page”, LOL! Hey, it’s one stop shopping for some things. I can upload pics and videos and I don’t have to keep track of people’s email addresses or maintain email groups or clog my sent box/their inbox or tell them to visit some link where they may have to register, blah blah blah. I upload pics and videos and they can check them out when/if they want to. There has also been the perk of reconnecting with some high school, college, family, or old work friends. I have actually face to face met up with 3 old friends since joining FB.

Yes, there are some odd TMI FB people out there who constantly update their status from their computer and/or their phone (um, why? Did you actually stop doing that thing you were in the middle of doing to update your FB status?) and do all of those lame quizzes or are totally addicted to Mafia Wars. But you don’t HAVE TO use FB like that. I would never broadcast in my status that I was going on vacation, or took the whole fam to some event, etc. Nor would I ever bad mouth my company or friends or family on it. It’s a tool that can be used different ways and I personally have reaped some positive benefits from it. Seeing some pics of the popular kids from high school who have turned out to be losers…priceless.

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I was a reluctant Facebook joiner. (I totally could not get into MySpace with the way everyone would jack up their page with graphics and music and you couldn’t even read anything.) But tons of people I knew were on Facebook and it got to the point where I pretty much had to join if I ever wanted to see pics of them, their new baby, some event, a vacation, etc. I was tired of saying, “I want to see some pictures”, and hearing, “oh they are on my FB page.” Ugh.

So I joined last year. And now I’m one of those people who say, “oh those pics are on my FB page”, LOL! Hey, it’s one stop shopping for some things. I can upload pics and videos and I don’t have to keep track of people’s email addresses or maintain email groups or clog my sent box/their inbox or tell them to visit some link where they may have to register, blah blah blah. I upload pics and videos and they can check them out when/if they want to. There has also been the perk of reconnecting with some high school, college, family, or old work friends. I have actually face to face met up with 3 old friends since joining FB.

Yes, there are some odd TMI FB people out there who constantly update their status from their computer and/or their phone (um, why? Did you actually stop doing that thing you were in the middle of doing to update your FB status?) and do all of those lame quizzes or are totally addicted to Mafia Wars. But you don’t HAVE TO use FB like that. I would never broadcast in my status that I was going on vacation, or took the whole fam to some event, etc. Nor would I ever bad mouth my company or friends or family on it. It’s a tool that can be used different ways and I personally have reaped some positive benefits from it. Seeing some pics of the popular kids from high school who have turned out to be losers…priceless.

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I was a reluctant Facebook joiner. (I totally could not get into MySpace with the way everyone would jack up their page with graphics and music and you couldn’t even read anything.) But tons of people I knew were on Facebook and it got to the point where I pretty much had to join if I ever wanted to see pics of them, their new baby, some event, a vacation, etc. I was tired of saying, “I want to see some pictures”, and hearing, “oh they are on my FB page.” Ugh.

So I joined last year. And now I’m one of those people who say, “oh those pics are on my FB page”, LOL! Hey, it’s one stop shopping for some things. I can upload pics and videos and I don’t have to keep track of people’s email addresses or maintain email groups or clog my sent box/their inbox or tell them to visit some link where they may have to register, blah blah blah. I upload pics and videos and they can check them out when/if they want to. There has also been the perk of reconnecting with some high school, college, family, or old work friends. I have actually face to face met up with 3 old friends since joining FB.

Yes, there are some odd TMI FB people out there who constantly update their status from their computer and/or their phone (um, why? Did you actually stop doing that thing you were in the middle of doing to update your FB status?) and do all of those lame quizzes or are totally addicted to Mafia Wars. But you don’t HAVE TO use FB like that. I would never broadcast in my status that I was going on vacation, or took the whole fam to some event, etc. Nor would I ever bad mouth my company or friends or family on it. It’s a tool that can be used different ways and I personally have reaped some positive benefits from it. Seeing some pics of the popular kids from high school who have turned out to be losers…priceless.

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I was a reluctant Facebook joiner. (I totally could not get into MySpace with the way everyone would jack up their page with graphics and music and you couldn’t even read anything.) But tons of people I knew were on Facebook and it got to the point where I pretty much had to join if I ever wanted to see pics of them, their new baby, some event, a vacation, etc. I was tired of saying, “I want to see some pictures”, and hearing, “oh they are on my FB page.” Ugh.

So I joined last year. And now I’m one of those people who say, “oh those pics are on my FB page”, LOL! Hey, it’s one stop shopping for some things. I can upload pics and videos and I don’t have to keep track of people’s email addresses or maintain email groups or clog my sent box/their inbox or tell them to visit some link where they may have to register, blah blah blah. I upload pics and videos and they can check them out when/if they want to. There has also been the perk of reconnecting with some high school, college, family, or old work friends. I have actually face to face met up with 3 old friends since joining FB.

Yes, there are some odd TMI FB people out there who constantly update their status from their computer and/or their phone (um, why? Did you actually stop doing that thing you were in the middle of doing to update your FB status?) and do all of those lame quizzes or are totally addicted to Mafia Wars. But you don’t HAVE TO use FB like that. I would never broadcast in my status that I was going on vacation, or took the whole fam to some event, etc. Nor would I ever bad mouth my company or friends or family on it. It’s a tool that can be used different ways and I personally have reaped some positive benefits from it. Seeing some pics of the popular kids from high school who have turned out to be losers…priceless.

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I was a reluctant Facebook joiner. (I totally could not get into MySpace with the way everyone would jack up their page with graphics and music and you couldn’t even read anything.) But tons of people I knew were on Facebook and it got to the point where I pretty much had to join if I ever wanted to see pics of them, their new baby, some event, a vacation, etc. I was tired of saying, “I want to see some pictures”, and hearing, “oh they are on my FB page.” Ugh.

So I joined last year. And now I’m one of those people who say, “oh those pics are on my FB page”, LOL! Hey, it’s one stop shopping for some things. I can upload pics and videos and I don’t have to keep track of people’s email addresses or maintain email groups or clog my sent box/their inbox or tell them to visit some link where they may have to register, blah blah blah. I upload pics and videos and they can check them out when/if they want to. There has also been the perk of reconnecting with some high school, college, family, or old work friends. I have actually face to face met up with 3 old friends since joining FB.

Yes, there are some odd TMI FB people out there who constantly update their status from their computer and/or their phone (um, why? Did you actually stop doing that thing you were in the middle of doing to update your FB status?) and do all of those lame quizzes or are totally addicted to Mafia Wars. But you don’t HAVE TO use FB like that. I would never broadcast in my status that I was going on vacation, or took the whole fam to some event, etc. Nor would I ever bad mouth my company or friends or family on it. It’s a tool that can be used different ways and I personally have reaped some positive benefits from it. Seeing some pics of the popular kids from high school who have turned out to be losers…priceless.

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Wow, way off topic people.

Sad story but I’m sorry, the dad was 100% at fault. He crossed after the arms were lowered, she didn’t have a helmet on, he failed to look both ways or listen, etc. You have to be pretty darn unaware of your surroundings if you can’t see or hear a trolley that’s close enough to hit you and you don’t have enough time to get out of the way. As a parent you are responsible for your young child. Don’t say they are ‘precious’ with your words. You show that they are precious by protecting them. You just don’t take stupid chances like that. Unfortunately he’ll pay for his stupidity with grief for the rest of his life. Fortunately, he has 6 other flushable kids as far as some of these posters are concerned.

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Wow, way off topic people.

Sad story but I’m sorry, the dad was 100% at fault. He crossed after the arms were lowered, she didn’t have a helmet on, he failed to look both ways or listen, etc. You have to be pretty darn unaware of your surroundings if you can’t see or hear a trolley that’s close enough to hit you and you don’t have enough time to get out of the way. As a parent you are responsible for your young child. Don’t say they are ‘precious’ with your words. You show that they are precious by protecting them. You just don’t take stupid chances like that. Unfortunately he’ll pay for his stupidity with grief for the rest of his life. Fortunately, he has 6 other flushable kids as far as some of these posters are concerned.

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Wow, way off topic people.

Sad story but I’m sorry, the dad was 100% at fault. He crossed after the arms were lowered, she didn’t have a helmet on, he failed to look both ways or listen, etc. You have to be pretty darn unaware of your surroundings if you can’t see or hear a trolley that’s close enough to hit you and you don’t have enough time to get out of the way. As a parent you are responsible for your young child. Don’t say they are ‘precious’ with your words. You show that they are precious by protecting them. You just don’t take stupid chances like that. Unfortunately he’ll pay for his stupidity with grief for the rest of his life. Fortunately, he has 6 other flushable kids as far as some of these posters are concerned.

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Wow, way off topic people.

Sad story but I’m sorry, the dad was 100% at fault. He crossed after the arms were lowered, she didn’t have a helmet on, he failed to look both ways or listen, etc. You have to be pretty darn unaware of your surroundings if you can’t see or hear a trolley that’s close enough to hit you and you don’t have enough time to get out of the way. As a parent you are responsible for your young child. Don’t say they are ‘precious’ with your words. You show that they are precious by protecting them. You just don’t take stupid chances like that. Unfortunately he’ll pay for his stupidity with grief for the rest of his life. Fortunately, he has 6 other flushable kids as far as some of these posters are concerned.

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Wow, way off topic people.

Sad story but I’m sorry, the dad was 100% at fault. He crossed after the arms were lowered, she didn’t have a helmet on, he failed to look both ways or listen, etc. You have to be pretty darn unaware of your surroundings if you can’t see or hear a trolley that’s close enough to hit you and you don’t have enough time to get out of the way. As a parent you are responsible for your young child. Don’t say they are ‘precious’ with your words. You show that they are precious by protecting them. You just don’t take stupid chances like that. Unfortunately he’ll pay for his stupidity with grief for the rest of his life. Fortunately, he has 6 other flushable kids as far as some of these posters are concerned.

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I’ve been there a lot over the years and haven’t had this problem. But I have to agree that they aren’t the nicest people in the world working there and have run into rude people working the stand.

I can’t believe the groups couldn’t have worked out this problem though. Go to the stand, take out the excess strawberries (they sell strawberries at the stand without picking them yourself) and leave. But I’m sure if I were there with my husband, we would have just gotten into the car with whatever amount of strawberries we had and left or there would have been a strawberry food fight between us and the “fat man”. I mean come on, is the guy sitting there with a gun telling you you can’t leave?

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I’ve been there a lot over the years and haven’t had this problem. But I have to agree that they aren’t the nicest people in the world working there and have run into rude people working the stand.

I can’t believe the groups couldn’t have worked out this problem though. Go to the stand, take out the excess strawberries (they sell strawberries at the stand without picking them yourself) and leave. But I’m sure if I were there with my husband, we would have just gotten into the car with whatever amount of strawberries we had and left or there would have been a strawberry food fight between us and the “fat man”. I mean come on, is the guy sitting there with a gun telling you you can’t leave?

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I’ve been there a lot over the years and haven’t had this problem. But I have to agree that they aren’t the nicest people in the world working there and have run into rude people working the stand.

I can’t believe the groups couldn’t have worked out this problem though. Go to the stand, take out the excess strawberries (they sell strawberries at the stand without picking them yourself) and leave. But I’m sure if I were there with my husband, we would have just gotten into the car with whatever amount of strawberries we had and left or there would have been a strawberry food fight between us and the “fat man”. I mean come on, is the guy sitting there with a gun telling you you can’t leave?

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I’ve been there a lot over the years and haven’t had this problem. But I have to agree that they aren’t the nicest people in the world working there and have run into rude people working the stand.

I can’t believe the groups couldn’t have worked out this problem though. Go to the stand, take out the excess strawberries (they sell strawberries at the stand without picking them yourself) and leave. But I’m sure if I were there with my husband, we would have just gotten into the car with whatever amount of strawberries we had and left or there would have been a strawberry food fight between us and the “fat man”. I mean come on, is the guy sitting there with a gun telling you you can’t leave?

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