<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306140</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:41:04.749-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Blair Project</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;center&gt;The Anglo-American political forum for pundits separated by a common language...&lt;/center&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whichblairproject.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306140/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whichblairproject.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>For Paws Hospice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPil0jXghgQ/TUmOFVjxeqI/AAAAAAAABFQ/yN_oEYtD6gk/s220/Taxi%2Bdog.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306140.post-111566545054777810</id><published>2005-05-09T14:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T15:24:51.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Very interesting...</title><summary type='text'>We have this first parade photo of Cadet Wales at Sandhurst We hate to be the ones to say it but we were the first to suggest Harry should probably pack up his tucker and off to military school. Now it's done and just in the nick of time or we would once again have had nothing to write about.The only thing all week has been this sodding election and if there is anything Americans really can't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306140/posts/default/111566545054777810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306140/posts/default/111566545054777810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whichblairproject.blogspot.com/2005/05/very-interesting.html' title='Very interesting...'/><author><name>For Paws Hospice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPil0jXghgQ/TUmOFVjxeqI/AAAAAAAABFQ/yN_oEYtD6gk/s220/Taxi%2Bdog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306140.post-111434804689718688</id><published>2005-04-24T09:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T12:33:55.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Take me to the river</title><summary type='text'>A shared language, a Southern heritageMany years ago as a student I had the good fortune to find myself in the house troupe of actors for the inaugural season of Minneapolis's Tyrone Guthrie Theater. Though I had doubtful prospects I was eager to participate knowing that I would be in such a robust and elite company of actors, not the least of whom were the Lady and Sir Guthrie himself.As </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306140/posts/default/111434804689718688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306140/posts/default/111434804689718688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whichblairproject.blogspot.com/2005/04/take-me-to-river.html' title='Take me to the river'/><author><name>For Paws Hospice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPil0jXghgQ/TUmOFVjxeqI/AAAAAAAABFQ/yN_oEYtD6gk/s220/Taxi%2Bdog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306140.post-111387013223145304</id><published>2005-04-18T20:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T08:08:04.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What it means to be Southern</title><summary type='text'>Southern Blogs Ring, the premier source on Southern culture, manner, missive and nostalgia will be holding a group blog to celebrate being alive, southern and free all at the same time.You’ll are cordially invited Saturday April 30th to attend our first neighborhood cotillion and brunch.The menu will be a light repast of Southern classics and down home cooked tales served up with Southern style </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306140/posts/default/111387013223145304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306140/posts/default/111387013223145304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whichblairproject.blogspot.com/2005/04/what-it-means-to-be-southern.html' title='What it means to be Southern'/><author><name>For Paws Hospice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPil0jXghgQ/TUmOFVjxeqI/AAAAAAAABFQ/yN_oEYtD6gk/s220/Taxi%2Bdog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306140.post-111267479519151566</id><published>2005-04-05T00:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T00:58:37.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>RCMP arrests protesters, Oh</title><summary type='text'>Sea Shepherd crew arrested at seal huntWebPosted Apr 1 2005 09:22 AM NSTCBC NewsCHARLOTTETOWN — Eleven seal hunt protesters have been arrested in the Gulf of St. Lawrence for violating the buffer zone around sealing ships, Fisheries and Oceans officials said Thursday.Paul Watson of the Sea Shepherd Conservation Society said members of his crew were taken into custody by the RCMP after they tried </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306140/posts/default/111267479519151566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306140/posts/default/111267479519151566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whichblairproject.blogspot.com/2005/04/rcmp-arrests-protesters-oh.html' title='RCMP arrests protesters, Oh'/><author><name>For Paws Hospice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPil0jXghgQ/TUmOFVjxeqI/AAAAAAAABFQ/yN_oEYtD6gk/s220/Taxi%2Bdog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306140.post-111201578455582148</id><published>2005-03-28T08:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T21:50:48.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why fruitcake?</title><summary type='text'>Once again, not being entirely sure what is going on with the Brits, Americans - and the rest of the world, for that matter, are asking the "fruitcake" question. No one likes fruitcake! We use it for door stops, we re-gift it, don't allow it in l-a-n-d-fills for god sake. So why fruitcake at Charles' and Camilla's nuptials  Even Martha wouldn't recommend fruitcake for the wedding so... We remain </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306140/posts/default/111201578455582148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306140/posts/default/111201578455582148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whichblairproject.blogspot.com/2005/03/why-fruitcake.html' title='Why fruitcake?'/><author><name>For Paws Hospice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPil0jXghgQ/TUmOFVjxeqI/AAAAAAAABFQ/yN_oEYtD6gk/s220/Taxi%2Bdog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306140.post-111107497069473807</id><published>2005-03-17T10:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T13:55:07.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Diet opens new can of worms on London streets</title><summary type='text'>UK division of Atkins Company to close after disappointing sales of its branded products. 3 million Britons potentially threatened with paying significantly higher prices for low carb food items are expected to turn to the black market for their supply.Several international cartels have reportedly positioned themselves to establish an exclusive hold over the potentially lucrative low-carb food </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306140/posts/default/111107497069473807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306140/posts/default/111107497069473807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whichblairproject.blogspot.com/2005/03/diet-opens-new-can-of-worms-on-london.html' title='Diet opens new can of worms on London streets'/><author><name>For Paws Hospice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPil0jXghgQ/TUmOFVjxeqI/AAAAAAAABFQ/yN_oEYtD6gk/s220/Taxi%2Bdog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306140.post-110869648999712133</id><published>2005-02-22T22:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T10:31:56.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You don't know Malcolm</title><summary type='text'>Malcolm Glazer and bid to buy Manchester United - Feint or Play?I first met Malcolm Glazer when I was a young reporter for the Alachula Times Picayune.I had been sent to interview Florida's 23rd richest billionaire for an article we were doing on rich billionaires and I drew the short straw. By that I mean I got to drive across the state to Tampa while all the rest of my colleagues pursued their </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306140/posts/default/110869648999712133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306140/posts/default/110869648999712133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whichblairproject.blogspot.com/2005/02/you-dont-know-malcolm.html' title='You don&apos;t know Malcolm'/><author><name>For Paws Hospice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPil0jXghgQ/TUmOFVjxeqI/AAAAAAAABFQ/yN_oEYtD6gk/s220/Taxi%2Bdog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306140.post-110729566320604294</id><published>2005-02-01T17:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T17:57:37.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PM returns to familiar stance</title><summary type='text'>Prime minister Tony Blair opened a conference on climate change today on a familiar note, one that Blair has trumpeted before, Global Warming. The 3 day conference is the kick-off to this year's G-8 Summit July 6-8 in Gleneagles, Scotland. Undoubtedly Blair's convictions will be put to the test in the face of a disappointing response from the Bush administration, whose abysmal record on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306140/posts/default/110729566320604294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306140/posts/default/110729566320604294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whichblairproject.blogspot.com/2005/02/pm-returns-to-familiar-stance.html' title='PM returns to familiar stance'/><author><name>For Paws Hospice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPil0jXghgQ/TUmOFVjxeqI/AAAAAAAABFQ/yN_oEYtD6gk/s220/Taxi%2Bdog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306140.post-110679577882550990</id><published>2005-01-26T22:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T00:04:10.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SpongiformRalph SquarePants</title><summary type='text'>Just as Alberta Premier Ralph Klein calls for a cull of Canadian beef herds other cases of Canadian Mad Cow are reported. 1/26/05 St Pete Times Dont' Open The Door to Mad CowThe timing couldn't have been worse. Soon after the U.S. Department of Agriculture announced that it would allow Canadian beef into the country again, our northern neighbor reported two more cases of bovine spongiform </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306140/posts/default/110679577882550990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306140/posts/default/110679577882550990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whichblairproject.blogspot.com/2005/01/spongiformralph-squarepants.html' title='SpongiformRalph SquarePants'/><author><name>For Paws Hospice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPil0jXghgQ/TUmOFVjxeqI/AAAAAAAABFQ/yN_oEYtD6gk/s220/Taxi%2Bdog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306140.post-110567732625757542</id><published>2005-01-13T22:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T23:39:13.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry, Harry, Harry!</title><summary type='text'>Yeah, he's only a twenty something - and so were we all - but showing up at a friend's costume party dressed as a Nazi, well, we don't know.I recall donning my father's Canadian Airborne, 2nd lieutenant's uniform from WW11 and attending a few costume parties, even flying military standby once while in college in order to stretch my $34 into a round trip ticket good to see my folks at Christmas.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306140/posts/default/110567732625757542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306140/posts/default/110567732625757542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whichblairproject.blogspot.com/2005/01/harry-harry-harry.html' title='Harry, Harry, Harry!'/><author><name>For Paws Hospice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPil0jXghgQ/TUmOFVjxeqI/AAAAAAAABFQ/yN_oEYtD6gk/s220/Taxi%2Bdog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306140.post-110495984399707465</id><published>2005-01-06T16:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T13:34:28.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not your father's Jaguar anymore</title><summary type='text'>Truth is, it never was your dad's Jaguar it was probably your grandfather's Jaguar, that is if he was a well healed old duffer. Finding one of these mint condition old breeds - the car not the guy - can be the find of a life time.When I was a kid a friend of mine nicked his old man's vintage Jag and we went for a joy ride around the, then, pastoral regions of Maryland. Dave did the driving, it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306140/posts/default/110495984399707465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306140/posts/default/110495984399707465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whichblairproject.blogspot.com/2005/01/its-not-your-fathers-jaguar-anymore.html' title='It&apos;s not your father&apos;s Jaguar anymore'/><author><name>For Paws Hospice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPil0jXghgQ/TUmOFVjxeqI/AAAAAAAABFQ/yN_oEYtD6gk/s220/Taxi%2Bdog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306140.post-110493550628770181</id><published>2005-01-05T09:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T10:43:11.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dave's Blog/a magnate on magnets</title><summary type='text'>Sorry, I couldn't resist We recently stumbled on yet another example of the growing phenomenon of corporate blogs this one at Dave's Blog which premiered in December. Turns out Dave is CEO of one of the more innovative manufacturers to come down the pike in a while Magnetic Poetry, makers of those ubiquitous magnet word games that seem to be on everyone else's refrigerator.Corporate blogs are</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306140/posts/default/110493550628770181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306140/posts/default/110493550628770181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whichblairproject.blogspot.com/2005/01/daves-bloga-magnate-on-magnets.html' title='Dave&apos;s Blog/a magnate on magnets'/><author><name>For Paws Hospice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPil0jXghgQ/TUmOFVjxeqI/AAAAAAAABFQ/yN_oEYtD6gk/s220/Taxi%2Bdog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306140.post-110420167406769750</id><published>2004-12-27T21:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T00:19:40.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Burning down the house</title><summary type='text'>Newest standforth on the Anglo/American soapbox is James C. Bennett with The Anglosphere Challenge. Bennett, an alumnus of the Hudson Institute, Herman (aka Dr. Strangelove) Kahn's  COLD WAR/PRO-NUCLEAR THINK TANK now has his own advisory group in Alexandria. Not for nothing The Anglosphere Institute apparently feels obligated to repen this ongoing missive about western supremacy by virtue of, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306140/posts/default/110420167406769750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306140/posts/default/110420167406769750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whichblairproject.blogspot.com/2004/12/burning-down-house.html' title='Burning down the house'/><author><name>For Paws Hospice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPil0jXghgQ/TUmOFVjxeqI/AAAAAAAABFQ/yN_oEYtD6gk/s220/Taxi%2Bdog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306140.post-110398665499578170</id><published>2004-12-25T09:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T10:24:17.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PM address to the troops</title><summary type='text'>December 2004Across the world, more than 50,000 of you are on duty this Christmas. From Afghanistan to the Balkans, from Ethiopia to Iraq, from the Falklands to Sierra Leone, and across the oceans. You will be far away from home and family, but not far away from our thoughts. There is tremendous pride in this country at what you are doing and the courage, professionalism and commitment that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306140/posts/default/110398665499578170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306140/posts/default/110398665499578170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whichblairproject.blogspot.com/2004/12/pm-address-to-troops.html' title='PM address to the troops'/><author><name>For Paws Hospice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPil0jXghgQ/TUmOFVjxeqI/AAAAAAAABFQ/yN_oEYtD6gk/s220/Taxi%2Bdog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306140.post-110311719497526884</id><published>2004-12-15T08:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T18:00:13.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasons Greetings </title><summary type='text'>Pic of the day from the front... As we approach the year's end and the beginning of 2005, just a reminder - if you please - from our men and women on fronts across the world; we may be grateful to them that we have the privelege to be home for the holidays.And to wile away those long holiday afternoons in the snug of your parlor, a game "You are Tony Blair." Play it - find out what your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306140/posts/default/110311719497526884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306140/posts/default/110311719497526884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whichblairproject.blogspot.com/2004/12/seasons-greetings.html' title='Seasons Greetings '/><author><name>For Paws Hospice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPil0jXghgQ/TUmOFVjxeqI/AAAAAAAABFQ/yN_oEYtD6gk/s220/Taxi%2Bdog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306140.post-110287094869514658</id><published>2004-12-12T13:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T19:36:58.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>O, no, Canada</title><summary type='text'>From the Washington Post this Week's "Perspective" piece by Nora Jacobson may strike a familiar chord,...I could certainly identify with the disappointed John Kerry supporters who started fantasizing about moving to Canada after Nov. 2"Floridians often much maligned by our Canadian winter tourists or "Snow Birds" as we call them have noticed a sharp rise this year in their numbers - a third </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306140/posts/default/110287094869514658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306140/posts/default/110287094869514658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whichblairproject.blogspot.com/2004/12/o-no-canada.html' title='O, no, Canada'/><author><name>For Paws Hospice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPil0jXghgQ/TUmOFVjxeqI/AAAAAAAABFQ/yN_oEYtD6gk/s220/Taxi%2Bdog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306140.post-110256253078094596</id><published>2004-12-08T21:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T22:43:17.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Left2Right - a dialog debut</title><summary type='text'>Left2Right a new blog by this group of pundits, observers of the common weal and socio/political wonks will become a must read for many who, like myself, feel mobbed by the recent U.S. election.The blogs authors propose an "open letters" discussion of politics, policy, ethical and social issues, issues we all need to revisit. Give it a read</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306140/posts/default/110256253078094596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306140/posts/default/110256253078094596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whichblairproject.blogspot.com/2004/12/left2right-dialog-debut.html' title='Left2Right - a dialog debut'/><author><name>For Paws Hospice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPil0jXghgQ/TUmOFVjxeqI/AAAAAAAABFQ/yN_oEYtD6gk/s220/Taxi%2Bdog.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9306140.post-110147993669246735</id><published>2004-11-26T09:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T00:54:31.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Editor</title><summary type='text'>OK, I'm green, American and a 'Boomer' but that's of no consequence. The salient information to know about The Which Blair Project is that it will be written by you, the readers. Americans, freshly bloodied by our recent round of domestic violence, The National Election, are once again driven to look outward and ask of the rest of the world...WHAT?Genetically typed isolationists, we are apt</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306140/posts/default/110147993669246735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9306140/posts/default/110147993669246735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whichblairproject.blogspot.com/2004/11/from-editor.html' title='From the Editor'/><author><name>For Paws Hospice</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPil0jXghgQ/TUmOFVjxeqI/AAAAAAAABFQ/yN_oEYtD6gk/s220/Taxi%2Bdog.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
