Where are we going.
I spent about an hour of my workday shaken up terribly and weeping over an article in Glamour magazine, written by Eve Ensler of "Vagina Monologue" fame. This article, "Women left for dead -- and the man who's saving them," (http://www.glamour.com/news/articles/20
"How do I tell you of girls as young as nine raped by gangs of soldiers, of women whose insides were blown apart by rifle blasts, and whose bodies now leak uncontrollable streams of urine and feces?"
What is this world coming to? Maybe "coming" is a word that shouldn't even be used because it seems like "coming" is just about the only thing the world wants to do anymore -- just keep on coming and coming, with violent brutality and senselessness. Yes, let's not speak of coming, let's speak of where we're going. But these women & girls stuck in the

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