what is this post doing in the lightwave forum.... i am missing something
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> Governor Howard Dean is married to a Jewish woman and their children are
being
> brought up in the Jewish faith. This has little relevancy for domestic
matters, but its
> impact of foreign relations cannot be ignored, especially in an age
where
our
> greatest foreign policy challenge is repairing relations with the Muslim
world.
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> Just something to think about, as the press has been less than
forthcoming
on
> this extremely relevant facet of this candidates profile.
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