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    By William K. Wolfrum on Tue, 10/05/2010 - 8:07am | Politics, Arts & Entertainment, Humor & Satire, World Affairs

    Sarah Beiber
    Love his music? Love her politics? Then Sarah Bieber may be just for you.

    News/Politics

    Rogue French: A rogue trader – called in some circles a thief – pays the price with a whopping three years in jail for stealing billions and nearly killing the French economy.

    Times Square Bombed: Faisal Shahzad to learn the price he will pay today in court. Regardless, it’s Obama’s fault.

    Here comes the Sun: Carter tried them, Reagan yanked them out. Now it’s Obama’s turn to try and light up the White House with solar panels.

    Israel-Palestine: Peace currently burning to the ground.

    Invented Quote

    “Hey Baby, I’m Thomas Paine. Yeah, I know, hot, right?” — Thomas Paine.

    Blogs

    Pop Watch: John Cusack hurts Fox News’ feelings.

    Crooks & Liars: Jim DeMint is stuck in the 60s. The 1760s.

    Malia Litman: Sarah Palin not meeting her childrens’ needs.

    Linday Beyerstein: Pioneer of IVF Wins Nobel Prize; Anti-Choice Tantrums Ahead

    Let’s Be Friends

    If a Labrador and a dolphin can be pals, so can we …

    –WKW

    Crossposted at William K. Wolfrum Chronicles

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    Comments

    The Sarah Bieber was one disturbing bridge too far.

    But the lab and dolphin clip was fantastic.  I used to have a springer spaniel that played with a beaver in the nearby beaver pond.  The games could go on forever.  If Lincoln lost track of the beaver in one of his sneaky, wiley, long-distance underwater moves, the beaver would notice, and let out a long 'Chee-eee--eeee' sound.  It meant, "Hey, spaniel!  Over here!"

    And off they'd go again.  The pond was above 10,000 feet; we lived in a tipi.  And Lincoln had to know that no matter how hard we tried to dry him off, he'd be shivering most of the night on his cushion.  Yet, he'd be at again the next evening.  Damn; they had a good time.


    by we are stardust on Tue, 10/05/2010 - 10:02am

    Oh, I'd have gotten nothing done and spent hours watching them. That must have been great. What an awesome dog.


    by William K. Wolfrum on Tue, 10/05/2010 - 11:41am

    I forgot to mention that the beaver would sometimes slap him on the nose with his tail when he got too close for comfort: Smack!

    He was the best; he was extraordiarily handsome, had a large vocabulary, and a large cranium.  Maybe his brain was big.  We'd often get cards and letters with his name included in the greeting.  ;o)  Awesome friend and dog; he's been dead for years, and I still cry about him and dream about him.  They're always very good dreams...

     


    by we are stardust on Tue, 10/05/2010 - 11:53am

    That picture of the woman scares the bejeeesus out of me!!

    I am not sure why. But that is creepier than I look in the morning.


    by Richard Day on Tue, 10/05/2010 - 10:10am