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Only in Reuterville will you find this level of media bias. In the title of the "article," Sharon is referred to as making threats to unnamed enemies. In the second sentence of the article, they say that Sharon "made no specific threats." So, he's threatening, but not making threats. What the [deleted expletive] is going on at Reuters? They love to slam Israel, but how can anyone look at this with a straight face? It's almost impossible to put together an article that refutes itself within the first two sentences... but for Reuters it's just another day at the orifice.
On a vastly different note, today is another gray, rainy fall day to some people in my area. On the other hand, it's also a day full of much-needed moisture. But aside from the rain, it's 64 degrees outside, and rather nice. The pitter-patter of the drops that sprinkle on the trees outside broadcasts a kind of rhythm of life. The rustling of the leaves in the light breeze stirs crescendo amid the forest symphony of the day. I watch the squirrels looking to add to their winter stockpiles as they sense the inevitable changes to come. Aside from the sounds, the colors are changing beautifully this year. Last year we lacked the rain to create the palette of color that swirled in the air before creating the blanket of fall colors that wrapped the ground like a present before winter. This year, the trees are awash with color, and as they sway in the breezes, it forms mosaics of patterns that twist and bend like Nature's impressionistic canvas. At a time when there is so much going on that we focus on jobs, politics, and war, sometimes it's nice to stop and smell the roses once again, if nothing else than to remind us that even the green in our lives grows brown one day. And that day moves closer all the time. I love this time of year, because it reminds me that while the beauty and lushness of summer doesn't last, and all too soon I'll be wishing for spring once again. The trees that used to shade me in summer now shed those leaves for the solace of a winter's rest. Too soon the seasons change, and I along with it...
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