Been following the John Edwards story here in the Durham Herald Sun, a liberal rag laughingly called a newspaper, and I’m struck by the cravenness of this perfectly coiffed, despicable cockroach.
I’m also struck by the fact that this man was allowed to appear on the Democrat ticket as vice-President and then again allowed to announce and campaign for a run as president.
Saw this movie the other night and came out of it prouder than ever of the men and women of the United States military. In this case, the Navy Seals.
Yes, the story was fictional, but the deeds and missions on which they were deployed are no doubt based on true adventures of this remarkable unit. Their skill and talents were so far reaching that to see the list of their dead at the end of the film filled me with great sadness, thinking of the great and noble human beings lost to us all.
On this Martin Luther King day, we at the Rename Everything To Martin Luther King Institute are at a crossroads. It has come to our attention that a school in Hempstead, NY, has renamed itself Obama Elementary. Already! And he doesn’t even have a library yet.
We must meet this renaming challenge before it begins or we will wake up one morning and discover that everything has been renamed after Obama and not Martin Luther King. We have been working hard, and urge you all to re-double your efforts.
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Speaking from the steps of the Church Of the Divine Government, President Obama stood among the wreckage of the Democrat party and proposed a plan designed to help him win next year’s election. The plan is ambitious and costly, but it will be paid for by magic, courtesy of the newly appointed Wishful Thinking Czar David Copperfield.
The OWS phenomenon has reminded me of Sundays many years ago when my friend Koki Novikov would invite friends for dinner in her Brighton Beach neighborhood, an enclave for many Russian-Americans and recent Russian émigrés.
When there, I observed the unhappiness of many newly arrived Russian men. This was not the famously chronic, brooding sadness of the Russian soul, but rather a sadness born of purposelessness. At the time, they were drifting aimlessly, unable to engage liberty and clueless about how to handle the options of freedom.
What’s the deal on death?
Everybody talks about it like it’s the end of the world. Well, it is in a way, but all this boo-hoo-hooing about it just makes it worse. It’s such a Debbie Downer. Don’t you just hate that? I do.
My big beef is with this Grim Reaper guy. Why is he Grim? Why can’t it be the Smiling Reaper. After all, he’s removing you from all the troubles in the world. That’s worth smiling about. No more taxes, no more mother-in-law, no more Kardashians, no more neighbor who borrows your lawnmower and never returns it.
If anyone wants more stuff, I’ll be back shortly.
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No, not Flushing, New York, the city in Queens where my beloved New York Mets play. I’m talking about flushing, the verb.
It’s my proposal for a constitutional amendment mandating a total flushing from the Washington beltway all politicians, lobbyists, journalists and correspondents every sixteen years — the Flushteenth Amendment.
We have witnessed members of both parties ignoring the wishes and needs of the people and are instead marching to the drummer of their own re-election and party ideology.
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