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I used to ride drag on a wagon train. I was given a green broke mustang that came out of Montana. This horse was named Psycho, and it was appropiate. Every flower, or piece of trash that blew around he would, jump, buck, stumble, and bolt in to traffic. No way would I even put a saddlebag on this nightmare. It was fast paced waltz every morning just to get atop this critter. 2000 mile ride, and I loved seeing the country, buy I am sure I would have enjoyed it a lot more from the back of a good trained Quarterhorse.
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If more laws restricting our rights will make us free from harm, why aren't we safe yet? We are only less free.
When faced with impossible overwhelming odds, prudance would dictate the only thing left is to figure out what is possible, and to do it.
Punishment for all crimes should increase until the recitivism rate approaches zero.
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