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What do you call it when you are stumbling along, tripping and falling all over the place and one time, instead of falling on jagged rocks or pointed sticks, you fall on something much softer, gentler and more inviting?
Is that luck? If it is the, Damn! Am I lucky!
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"The death-knell of the republic had rung as soon as the active power became lodged in the hands of those who sought, not to do justice to all citizens, rich and poor alike, but to stand for one special class and for its interests as opposed to the interests of others. " - Theodore Roosevelt
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