Bohdan Yuri

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	Who Rules by Bohdan Yuri It\'s not who rules,But what rules.The names and faces change,Impostors just the same.The true rulers lie behindThe facades that we all blame.
	What's Next for Iraq? by Bohdan Yuri Here’s a prediction.Once U.S. forces leave Iraq there will be a power struggle. Call it whatever you wish: a civil war, secular, religious, or ethnic unrest. I know, a fairly obvious prediction. One can alrea
	Dear Mr. President, Do you finally get it now? by Bohdan Yuri Even though President Obama had asked the American people to send a message to their Congressmen he should probably have also directed people to send a message to him as well.Perhaps something along these lines:Dear Mr. President

	Healthcare: Time Doesn't Wait by Bohdan Yuri Already the Republicans are attacking --- and promoting defeat of health care reform. Now would be the time for President Obama to come forth and act as a true leader --- a Leader of both the Nation and the Democrat Party. If he doesn’t d
	The Last Exit from Afghanistan by Bohdan Yuri Months ago I was relieved to see that President Obama was not rushing his decisions regarding his Afghanistan strategy. Unfortunately, Mr. President, your final choice of action was a return to the basics of conquering the enemy with occupation.
	The Real Solution to Healthcare Reform by Bohdan Yuri Let’s cut through the veils of deception.The simplest form of healthcare is to have some sort of single payer program.There is, presently, an entity which has had experience in dealing with this type of natio
	"wires" & "steps" by Bohdan Yuri "wires"wires, touching everyone, yet no one,talk with time, most left behind.scarped along our tattered routes,where only birds, will set their roost.* * * * * *
	"tourist time" by Bohdan Yuri contours, wrapped by rock strewn shores,scattered sightseers, bright colors galore;mysteries, turned with each maine corner,stretching heads for any take-home lore,shops, pulling souls closer with opened
	"the fall" by Bohdan Yuri the skin touches, the flesh burns;jerks from fearing singes,fragile is its thought.inclination presses on, confirmed,planted by sure reason.smothered in bright chrome,dare again before it’s c
	"the beach bug" by Bohdan Yuri there comes a winter pale creaturethat walks through glassy boulderstrimmed by the ocean’s sharpened roar. on spindly legs, moving sandstorms,it settles, and spre
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