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He says Palin is the figurehead of the "traditionalist" wing of the Repub Party, who will likely run things for another few election cycles.
She's not going anywhere.
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/11/11/opinion/11bro...
Poor little wuss.
The wardrobe audit--
Back to consignment couture
She must sweat it out
The Ignoramus Palin needs to get the hell out of my TV space. WE DON"T WANT HER. Obviously she can't take the hint. Chutzpah, with nothing to back it up whatsoever.
Now it's "What's the Matter with Alaska?" Hopefully, some writer with integrity will do an indepth probe, not a valentine.
If we're to be rid of her, she'll have be dragged, kicking and screaming back to obscurity.
Anyone on a $150K clothes watch???
Any poor seeing N-M labels in their free stores yet??
Bush says "fuck 'em."
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/11/11/us/politics/1...
Beyond the Fat Cats
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/11/11/opinion/11her...
i say, not another F-ing dime for AIG.
http://www.dailykos.com/storyonly/2008/11/10/19...
http://www.ksla.com/global/story.asp?s=9247633
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
— Lt.-Col. John McCrae
And, though NBC's roster of morning meat puppets expressed dazzlement at Moosie's ability "to cook" while being interviewed, my cook's eye more saw a woman scooping things from plastic containers and warming them in a microwave than actually, technically cooking.
Also amused to watch Miss Matt standing to eat his salmon casserole at a half-table attached to the toboggan-length island...what, no dining room in the free house?
If you are able,
save a place for them
inside of you. And
save one backward glance
when you are leaving for the places they can no longer go.
Be not ashamed to say that you loved them,
though you may not have always.
Take what they have left,
and what they have taught you
with their dying
and keep it your own.
And in a time
when men decide and feel safe
to call war insane,
take one moment to embrace
those gentle heroes
you left behind.
Major Michael Davis O'Donnell, helicopter pilot
1 January 1970, Dak To, Vietnam
KIA, March 24, 1970
I got curious and looked up Major O'Donnell. He was killed trying to rescue 8 army guys who were surrounded by the enemy. Just after he picked them up he was shot down. A musician, poet, and obviously brave man.
Through DNA testing they finally found his remains in 2001.
I read that somewhere...
and the longer she stays in the public eye, the more dirt will come to light. goody.
By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army
IN FLANDERS FIELDS the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
Am I the only one who is sick and tired of Palin in the news?