Stage separation is the hard part. That's why Clinton overrode his State Department so the Loral Corp. could clue in the Chinese about its finer points - ostensibly so Loral could launch comms satellites from China - because, hey! If we're going to downsize our own ICBM inventory somebody's got to take up the slack.
I love Obama's warning about our future should we stop and recognize our surroundings.
If we take the Paul Ryan approach ____________ are going to suffer.
My take? Fine. Let _________ suffer. Even if my name falls in that blank. But first I'd pick the ripe fruit, like the president's two illegal-alien welfare-sucking relatives, Aunt Zeituni and Uncle Onyango.
Lets take the burden off the productive people. Let's cheer 'em on, not vilify them.
The world right now is just awaitin' to pop. Just awaitin' for us.
But we can't even make it to the starting line if nobody but Obama's buddies know where it is. And they, knowing that they won before the game began, have no incentive to show up.
After calling the Supremes a bunch of [jerks] while they were sitting right in front of him during his SOTU speech there isn't a lot of latitude when it's time to go to Courtcom Two. So war it is.
I wonder what he'll pull when this fizzles on him.
I'm so out of it I shouldn't comment. When I went to a high school prom in Tucson (egad! I can hear my father now: Back when I was a boy ...) our prom was in a gussied-up gym. For my daughter's proms in New Orleans the venues were the Hyatt, the Fairmont, the Crown Plaza, etc.
In my day it was nice, it was kind of sparkly, and we all tried to behave like proper Edwardians except for the slow dances which were like verticle coupling. Most of the boys spent much of the night offering their backs as desks so their dates could writ in the little prom booklets.
The day of my high school graduation Robert Kennedy was shot in the wee hours of that morning. Then came the Chicago riots, the end of the Prague Spring, the Symbionese Liberation Army. Looking back on it now it seems a little like Barbara Tuchman's description of the funeral of that Edward we were emulating, where all the participants of the Great War gathered for a last promenade before the whole thing fell apart. They probably had little booklets there too.
Rutabagas were part of my childhood Thanksgiving menu and that's exactly how they were served: mashed with butter and covered with turkey gravy a la mashed potatoes.
Sometimes regional names can gitcha. When I first got to Austin I was at a hill-country family-style restaurant where they served calf fries and turkey fries. The whole animal wasn't fried, just a part of it. And not just any part. And not just any sex, neither.
tabula rasa
She: Sorry if this is redundant info. I'm on an iPhone which I not the most elegant way to read this. Diced swede = rutabaga. · 16 minutes ago
Rutabaga? Hmm, any vegetable with that complicated a name doesn't sound very good. But with enough gravy, almost anything is edible.
I am glad the cannibalism issue has been put to bed. · 13 hours ago
Now that everything's on line it will be that much easier for Websters to replace the definitions of the words mope, ninny, doofus, and village idiot with Durbin's photo.
One reason Burke said he feared for the future of the French Republic was that its national assembly seemed composed largely of lawyers, men whose professional advancement depended upon their abilities to obfuscate, confuse, or turn on its head those old devils, facts.
While I am always happy to see an addition to the Ricochet tent I would hate so see it become a forum for people who were pleased to invent such things as the WIN button.
You gave away your game. I knew that sooner or later you would have to because it just feels so darn good to be giving the unwashed masses the means to better themselves. If only they had listened to you earlier!
Re: American Brain Drain
This is your brain on H1-B.