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Judging by who he wrote for, I doubt I would have agreed with anything Dean Barnett said, but this tribute is well worth the read, especially in this heated political climate. (Be sure to Spencer Ackerman's post as well.)

But that is neither here nor there. What matters is that he is dead, and life is too short. Not a day passes when I do not ponder my own mortality, and not a day passes without me wondering how I will continue without my parents and the people who mean everything to me. A very selfish part of me hopes that I die before them.

Life is too damned short, and right now Dean Barnett’s family and friends are going through hell. I hope they are able to cope, and I am going to call my parents and tell them I love them and then hug my cat. I suggest you do the same thing with the ones you love. This whole racket is just way too short, and at times is a cruel hoax. Forty-one is just way too damned young.

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