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He Just Don't Get it.



Our fearless leader believes that the mass protests against his presence in South America is just the free speech of people who "disagree with him and they have a right to do so."

He is either incapable or lying about his knowing the truth that the protests are about more than just a little disagreement. Does he not know that his policies have had a devastating affect on millions of people around the world? I refuse to believe that even he is that clueless. I think he just doesn't care and will not allow anyone or anything in the way of his warped neocon agenda.

They say he will have a better reception in Panama. I wonder why? Could it be because it has been a puppet state since ousting Noriega? Nothing like a good ol' banana republic to make one feel welcome.
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