Displaying subhuman brutality embellished with towering stupidity, crackers with baseball bats gave America a chance to show our principles at work, dispensing justice without fear or favor ass
In today's stump speech, a man who is rapidly becoming famous for his willingness to say anything, regardless of it's veracity, manages to stumble upon Obama's chief vulnerability: A propensity to promise big, deliver little, and then shrug off his shortcoming as doing the best he could.
Trope recently introduced into Destor's post survey results detailing Americans' enthusiasm for our death by drone program. A chillingly clear tabulation of the real world ramifications from a local source today should make us hit the pause button on this hideous video game.
The facile rule of thumb pursuant to which certain drone deaths are excluded from even the minor inconvenience attendant upon acknowledging that regrettable (though purportedly unavoidable, thus justifiable) "collateral damage" has occurred turns out to have been made public at a particularly inconvenient time.
We are painfully reminded this day how much damage can be done when a poorly placed political hack elevates the propaganda needs of her party over the demands of public safety.
Those who follow these issues will have noted with satisfaction that governor Cuomo is now pushing a modification of the marijuana laws in the state of New York.
At present, possession of 25 grams or less of marijuana is not a crime but an "infraction", involving not processing through the criminal justice system, but payment of a fine.
"Open display" of marijuana on the other hand, is a misdemeanor which will lead to the arrest of the offender.
Facing extractions of capital more or less equivalent to the Versailles Treaty reparations (once creating a flow in the opposite direction, so to speak) the Greek people have voted for a parliament in which 60% of the votes will belong to anti-bailout parties.
Whether a workable coalition emerges from this caldron of cross complaints and resentments or whether a further election in two months is called, the message to Berlin is unmistakable.
'Sama sends orders: "Do your best to shoot down Obama or Petreus, but hold your fire if it's Biden"
Once we stop chuckling over the implied low evaluation placed by our nation's enemies on the man standing "a heartbeat away from the presidency", it occurs to wonder why an administration ordinarily on a mission to control the flow of information circulated this tidbit from among the gigabytes collected at Abbottabad.
It has nothing to do with the end of racism. My dream is to see the look on Rush Limbaugh's bloated face as he paddles by in his Waterworld survival kayak.
The last time I bought sneakers (Nikes, sz 15), the cute girl at the register asked me "Are these for you? Oooh, junk!". (Wherein the noumena of the large footed.)
I do not bring this up in an act of shameless self-promotion (ed note: Yeah, right!) but as the result of random thought associations provoked by the fortuitous juxtaposition in the Times of two stories from what we may (without condescension) call the frontiers of sexual behavior.
A recent meander through vale of crazy, where the really, really, wild things are, has acquainted me with the hope evinced by Ron Paul's peeps that somehow they will snatch the Repugnant party right from under Kid Repugnant himself, when they get to the big throw down in Tampa.
The reported level of buyers remorse now expressed by previously enthusiastic consumers of the military model for handling international terrorism can easily be explained as a public relations fumble by propagandists doing the best they could with poor material, or the shortcomings of execution that have hobbled an otherwise sound strategy of enhanced domestic security premised upon "fighting them over there" a little more vigorously, and hence successfully, next time.
We who have long looked for a Bush appearance in the dock at the Hague for his admitted war crimes, learn with pleasure that an anticipated trip to Canada will present a further opportunity for a last minute change of travel plans.
Learning that the evil geniusMoriarty David Koch is throwing down big time to protect his favorite toady, Governor (for now) Scott Walker, the people must rise up like a wounded beast and here draw the high water mark of the counter revolution.
Perhaps I am overly sensitive on this issue, because my third wife, the hooker, said that whenever an American Bar Association or Trial Lawyers Convention was in San Fran, the local sex workers knew that they were in for an unusal amount of price negotiation.
Now, I should not have to point out that renting sex is a very personal transaction, on both sides, as it were.
Hence, it is plain bad manners to convey the following message:
"That is a perfectly nice hundred dollar pussy but it is not a nice three hundred dollar pussy."
Perhaps under the goad of a temporary insanity produced by the juxtaposition of intense hypocrisy and alcohol, John Boehner was so carried away today that he demanded restoration (plus) of AFDC (at trebled levels of support) so that all women might have access to the noble choice to stay home with their children.
No, he didn't.
But you see what I mean--The Pugs can't get out of their own way they are lining up so fast to crap on Hilary Rosen and entering needlepoint classes so they can produce appropriate wall hangings.
Dating back to somewhere in the seventies, a totally unconstitutional and certainly illegal and discriminatory strangle hold has been placed upon the right of women who are otherwise covered for legal medical procedures, to access their insurance for abortion services.