26 October 2010
25 October 2010
Good for you, Sarah Palin. A lesser human might have wilted under the blaze of her own, blinding hypocrisy.
But not you. You're a regular gal who gets paid $100k for a night of speaking. Only in your world could a Tea Party made of mostly old, rich whites bitching about taxes somehow be called a "revolution."
And you keep on:
- Taking shots at the "elite media" while flying through your multi-million-dollar book tour in a Learjet.
- Ranting against "socialized healthcare" even though your own family hopped the border to mooch. . .um. . ."socialized healthcare" from Canada.
- Calling yourself a feminist despite being the furthest possible thing from it.
- Complaining about "gotcha" journalism despite recently having to be told that Africa was not, in fact, a country.
- Lecturing people about abstinence-only education when your teenage daughter is already a single mom.
Too good not to share.
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22 October 2010
These candy apple red cylinders started out life innocently enough as a couple of fire extinguishers. But after they ran out of foam, they got a second life as a pair of speakers.
21 October 2010
The most interesting debater in Kentucky this week was Jimmy McMillan of The Rent Is Too Damn High Party.
McMillan wore black gloves and had a moustache that wound around his head like a ribbon, and a goatee that looked like two little fuzzy gerbils hanging from his chin. He was very, very, very angry. . .particularly about the rents, which he pointed out were too damn high.
After the debate, Sarah Maslin Nir of The New York Times tracked him down in Brooklyn to discover that McMillan’s own personal rent is, according to McMillan. . .zero. His landlords, he said, are “like family. They don’t want me to pay any money at all. I am basically living rent free.”
13 October 2010
This was my dream. Last night.
• • • • •
I was a Captain in the United States army, stationed as a NATO Liaison Officer/Advisor at a Russian Military Academy outside Moscow.
At one time we had a visiting dignitary—a Colonel from the USA—who was treated to the finest of Russian hospitality.
He and the other Russian Officers had all sat down in the Mess Hall to a lunch of Chicken, Mashed Potatoes, and Corn, much to the Colonel’s delight. He ate at a leisurely pace; his hosts enjoyed the time as he regaled them with stories of life in the Southern United States.
Sharply at noon, the Mess staff hustled all of them away from their table—500 or so cadets were due to flood through the doors in moments for the midday meal. The Colonel hadn’t finished his meal.
It was shortly after this when I came to meet the Colonel in the Commandant’s office for the first time.
He was livid, in a forceful-with-a-Southern-charm kind of way. He was there to complain about his treatment in the Mess Hall, and I had to act quickly.
The Commandant did not know how this Colonel could not possibly understand that feeding 1,500 cadets in shifts required clearing the Mess Hall every half hour starting at noon, hence the abrupt end to their otherwise leisurely midday meal. He was embarrassed, but he certainly did not want to receive a lecture on how to run his school and his Mess hall.
I translated the Commandant’s concerns and apologies in the most diplomatic of terms to the Colonel, and explained that no slight or insult was intended by the Russians when they terminated his lunch, fabulous as it was, with all haste and no warning.
I explained in Russian to the Commandant that the Colonel was an American celebrity of sorts, and he must be treated with the utmost care. I told the Commandant exactly who this visiting American was.
The visitor was Colonel Sanders.
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08 October 2010
ADULT LEARNING CENTER
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Which Takes More Energy,
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Is It Possible To Drive Past a Wal-Mart
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Fundamental Differences Between
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Can They Levitate and
Fly Into The Bathroom Cabinet?
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Learning to Ask Questions
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Help Line and Support Groups.
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Is it Possible to Take a Bath
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They Make Medicine for PMS.
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I Was Wrong and
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In Less Than 20 Minutes
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