Wednesday, February 11, 2004

(#238) (Rated 5.00/1)

by Martisa (Martisa at forclark dot com) on 02/11/2004 12:17:15 AM EST

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I can't believe how sad this is. Most of all, where am I going to go to talk to Joyce, Kramer, Lara, John-in-Houston, Titasantini, Mike Pridmore, the rest of the people whose names I can't list all of. There are so many. They were great It was worth it. It was worth the $4000 my husband and I gave to Clark. It was worth the 100 doors I knocked on in Phoenix. It was worth the calls I made. It was worth the letters to the editors. It was worth the buttons, the bracelets I made, the bumper stickers, the signs. It was worth the countless letters of rebuttal I sent to the brutal and useless media outlets. It was worth telling all of you that I left Dean On Nine Seventeen to come here and that I got here because of the Draft Clark. It was worth praying daily for our General Clark. It was all worth it. I can't believe it is ending. Most of all, how can we get along without our Clark? How will America get along? I will tell you how? America will not get along. Not at all.

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