"Pretty"? That's so lame. I can understand "beautiful" or something like that, but pretty is just something you say when you have no guts to say anything else.

Second of all, don't think I don't know that my family members may die tomorrow in a terrorist attack. My dad and sister work in New York City. My internship is just across the Hudson. My dad was in the first tower that got hit on September 11. Don't lecture me about worrying about my family.

Next, I was born in the Soviet Union, raised to hearing stories about how my two of my ancestors were sent to Siberian labor camps in the middle of the night, one of them under Stalin. Don't lecture me about dictators.

The only way to prevent dictatorships is to give people peace and freedom, not take them away. There, I win.