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() Now I found out that because I took some pens home from work, I'm no different than the guy that robbed a bunch of computers one weekend.
Even worse, when I was a kid, my friends and I threw snowballs at a bus one time. Is there any difference between snowballs and rocks, between rocks and bricks, between bricks and molotov cocktails, between molotov cocktails and bazookas. Natural conclusion: Is there really any difference between my friends and I and Al Queda?
Damn, having no shades of gray makes life difficult.
I don't even want to get into the fact that I snuck into a school dance some 40 years ago --- and more than once. Oy vey! Take me away now! I confess.
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