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1. Michael Smith on March 11th, 2010 at 5:55 pm

   Oh man, what a bummer.

2. Deron Bauman on March 11th, 2010 at 5:57 pm

   exactly.

3. Josh Weichhand on March 11th, 2010 at 7:05 pm

   With few exceptions, I generally think of comment sections as the bathroom stalls of the internet. And not in the cool ways.

4. Rick Neece on March 11th, 2010 at 7:44 pm

   Over the course of years, reading bathroom walls, I’ve read two things that stand out. First at ASU where I got my Bachelors, “Kill a Queer for Christ, ” in a stall, across the hall from the door to my Economics class. (Which eventually became part of the last paragraph of a paper I wrote on Sinclair Lewis’s Elmer Gantry.) And later, “Sickle cell anemia is our only hope,” seen in a “way-station” somewhere in Southern Illinois, near East St. Louis, when we stopped for gas, as we were going from “here to there.” I couldn’t get out fast enough. “Drive, Danny!” I said. “Just drive. Get us out of here.”

5. Daryl Scroggins on March 11th, 2010 at 8:53 pm

   I sure know what you mean, Rick, and you give the perfect examples of it. There should be a word for that sudden feeling of being an alien among one’s own countrymen. I hate that expectation of agreement brought upon one by bigots who misread the ones they hate and the ones they “trust” as well. I think the best thing I ever did in terms of education was to drive a motorcycle across the South and Southwest during the peak years of the Vietnam War. I was 15, with long hair, and in all the cafes along the way I heard Mearle Haggard’s “We Don’t Smoke Marijuana, in Muskogee.” I saw what people will do when they decide you are the “other,” or even the enemy. The best thing is that it made me realize I didn’t want to be part of their world even if they would have me.

6. Cindy Scroggins on March 11th, 2010 at 9:08 pm

   This makes me want to cry.

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