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“The question gets asked from time to time: why don’t Democrats abandon their presidential selection process for a more decisive — and swifter — winner-take-all system? It’s probably something Sen. Hillary Clinton is asking herself right now. Under such a format, the 2008 Democratic nomination probably would have been sewn up this past week - and it would have been hers.”
That’s true. Also, if my aunt had testicles, she’d be my uncleHillary Clinton, at least according to midwestern labor leaders.
I’m wondering: Is the near-homicidal rage I feel towards people in front of me on line who choose to pay for purchases of less than $10 with a credit card a sign that I’m
old? Or is it something else? Because I’m seeing more and more people in their forties and older—people who
should know better—doing the same thing. If you’re someone who does pay with plastic no matter what your register total is, weigh in and let me know why. Also, let me know your home address. Because I WILL KILL YOU ALL.
Is this some kind of regionalism with which I’m unfamiliar, or did Peggy Noonan just come up with a pretty fucking good phrase? In…
a pretty fucking good column? WHAT’S GOING ON?
I am frankly ashamed to know even this much.
Suck my ass, week! I’m glad you die tonight.
I can’t remember the exact quote now, but Hunter S. Thompson once characterized Richard Nixon’s “secret plan to end the war” in Vietnam as a cynical ploy to extend it into his second term.
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A lot of people think that this is kind of a frivolous, nonsensical song, but when you realize it’s actually the escape fantasy that a nine-year-old orphan who’s being sexually abused is sharing with his little sister as she lies in a coma resulting from a sharp blow to the head delivered by their foster mother you start to see that there’s a lot more depth to it.
I had never heard of
tombstoning before today. I can’t wait until the British start running into walls at top speed just for the buzz it brings.
when a pal sends you an personal essay of hers and it opens with the line “Jake and I would have sex anywhere,” and you still read the rest of it even though you’re all, NO! I DON’T WANT TO KNOW THIS ABOUT YOU!
For the record, it’s actually a great essay. I just wish it was about someone I don’t have to look in the face.
There hasn’t been any drilling upstairs in weeks.
I kinda miss it.
