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		<title>By: While Brave Men Die &#124; reframe</title>
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		<dc:creator>While Brave Men Die &#124; reframe</dc:creator>
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		<description>[...] Do we scream in the night when it touches our dreams? No. We don’t dream about it because we don’t think about it; we don’t think about it because we don’t care about it. We are much more interested in law and order, so that American streets may be made safe while we transform those of Vietnam into flowing sewers of blood which we replenish each year by forcing our sons to choose between a prison cell here or a coffin there. ‘Every time I look at the flag, my eyes fill with tears.’ Mine too.&#8221;  Dalton Trumbo, 1970. Read the full piece on LA Taco. [...]</description>
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