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Tommorow I join the front line of the Army of Crazy Coots! (Some would call the people who question things like, who is a man to decide what rights man should have, as in who are we cut down a red wood tree?) Coot-a-licious. I painted my fingernails, (unrelated), ... which I haven't done since second grade. Maybe it's pre-war jitters. I'm checking my lunch box to make sure the salami sandwich is still there, (I've been a veggie sapien for almost 4 years,) choo-choo, choo-choo, boom. My dad says, why fight a war you can't win. Becuase some good is better than no good. Because I have always had it in me to go against whatever seems to be the majority, for good or bad. Better or worse, for richer or poorer. I am married to the earth. Fuck yeah