Couldn't have said it better . . .


Sometimes other people capture what I think and feel better and more eloquently than I ever could in my own convoluted words.

So, to borrow from others:

The Paris Hilton fiasco:
- From Waiter Rant; We'll Always Have Paris

Importance of the internet and blogs:
- From Time Goes By; Your Little First Amendment Machine

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