For the First Time in Years........




...........I am proud to be an American.

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Anonymous said…
You have my vote but only if I can have a puppy. Howie from Laurelton
November 6, 2008 at 10:45 AM
Anonymous said…
We've lived through some amazing times, and this is a culmination of so many of our hopes and dreams.

Judi Zimmer
November 9, 2008 at 9:09 AM
Anonymous said…
You now have something in common with Michelle Obama...besides idiocy.
December 12, 2008 at 10:44 AM
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