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Old 03-28-2003, 01:45 PM   #69
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Originally posted by StuartD
If countries don't agree with the US than they are terrorist countries?? So Canada is a terrorist country now? Just because we aren't helping or might not agree with going against the UN's vote?
Stuart, I know you're losing this argument but twisting what you and I are saying won't help your case.
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And ultimately, going after one or 2 countries who has terrorist feelings toward the US may just incite those feelings in a lot of other countries by doing what it did.
Now, are you saying that by fighting terrorism, we're causing "terrorist feelings" in canada? No? Then lets not twist words, eh?

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What if more than 50% of the world, including some rather developed countries all think that the US is over stating it's boundries? I'm not saying it does... but what happens if it does?
Stuart, you should never fear being right, no matter how many people who are wrong are arrayed against you.

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It's the US against the world at war then? Because they're all now considered terrorist countries?
you have this odd fixation with not agreeing with the US equating terrorism. If you could over come that, you could probably see the situation more clearly.
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