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	<title>Comments on: Duty calls</title>
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		<title>By: Crimson East</title>
		<link>http://peoplesgeography.com/2008/02/22/duty-calls/#comment-43994</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 29 Feb 2008 21:00:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Well Ann, I can use your own reasoning to prove you wrong.

As you say, poetry = romance.
And as we know, my poetry = crap, 
Therefore my romance is also crappy,
Therefore I am a bad romantic, 
And a bad romantic is not a romantic, 
Therefore I am not a romantic. 

Therefore, someone is wrong on the internet again, and its not me. :P

But I can take my time, because the only thing that awaits me in bed is a mass of scattered notes and assignments. :(]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Well Ann, I can use your own reasoning to prove you wrong.</p>
<p>As you say, poetry = romance.<br />
And as we know, my poetry = crap,<br />
Therefore my romance is also crappy,<br />
Therefore I am a bad romantic,<br />
And a bad romantic is not a romantic,<br />
Therefore I am not a romantic. </p>
<p>Therefore, someone is wrong on the internet again, and its not me. :P</p>
<p>But I can take my time, because the only thing that awaits me in bed is a mass of scattered notes and assignments. :(</p>
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		<title>By: peoplesgeography.com</title>
		<link>http://peoplesgeography.com/2008/02/22/duty-calls/#comment-43969</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 27 Feb 2008 09:52:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[:D Thanks for the great chuckle, Ziyad, especially since the supreme and delicious irony is that you disagreed with the proposition that revolutionaries can be romantic through &lt;i&gt;poetry&lt;/i&gt;: the quintessential romantic medium. 

Just marvelous. This is worthy of Subcomandante Marcos, who happens to be my very favourite contemporary poetic anti-revolutionary revolutionary. ;)]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>:D Thanks for the great chuckle, Ziyad, especially since the supreme and delicious irony is that you disagreed with the proposition that revolutionaries can be romantic through <i>poetry</i>: the quintessential romantic medium. </p>
<p>Just marvelous. This is worthy of Subcomandante Marcos, who happens to be my very favourite contemporary poetic anti-revolutionary revolutionary. ;)</p>
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		<title>By: Crimson East</title>
		<link>http://peoplesgeography.com/2008/02/22/duty-calls/#comment-43967</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 27 Feb 2008 04:36:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Bah, they don&#039;t have time for decadent tomfoolery like &quot;romance&quot;, Ann. :P
They have far better things to do with their time. 

In fact, I think I can write a poem about it straight away. I know people are going to hate me for this, but here we go...


Revolutionaries...
They don&#039;t get paid,
They don&#039;t get laid. 
(The latter being a natural consequence of the former)

They drink a Molotov cocktail
Lest their courage fail...
While they sit in jail,
Without bail.

They live on the barricade, yo!
They die on the barricade, ho!]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Bah, they don&#8217;t have time for decadent tomfoolery like &#8220;romance&#8221;, Ann. :P<br />
They have far better things to do with their time. </p>
<p>In fact, I think I can write a poem about it straight away. I know people are going to hate me for this, but here we go&#8230;</p>
<p>Revolutionaries&#8230;<br />
They don&#8217;t get paid,<br />
They don&#8217;t get laid.<br />
(The latter being a natural consequence of the former)</p>
<p>They drink a Molotov cocktail<br />
Lest their courage fail&#8230;<br />
While they sit in jail,<br />
Without bail.</p>
<p>They live on the barricade, yo!<br />
They die on the barricade, ho!</p>
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