I can only quote the great Annie Dillard and her magnificent "Pilgrim At Tinker Creek: "Fish gotta swim. Birds gotta fly. And insects, it seems, gotta do one horrible thing after another."
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Dramatist, author, apostate newspaperman specializing in artisanal contempt and discerning maledicta. The claim that I am the angriest man in television is faint praise indeed; the second angriest is yelling at an agent because residual checks are late.
I can only quote the great Annie Dillard and her magnificent "Pilgrim At Tinker Creek: "Fish gotta swim. Birds gotta fly. And insects, it seems, gotta do one horrible thing after another."
Sarcasm is a thing. Read my post with more care.
Hit them hard on the side of the head, like a television set with insubordinate vertical hold.
Personally, I have long regarded the Iranian Navy as an imminent threat to my country and to me personally. In fact, for forty years now, I've held my breath at the terrifying thought of those frigates, corvettes and patrol boats massing off our shores and menacing our great republic.
None of the three said it, though they all spoke to the theme in other contexts than the one she employs.
Yup. Not at all her context.
We still have Blackburn and Johnson. It's a deep bench.
Just so. Orwell sure could write.
Read me again carefully. Sarcasm is a thing.
Sir, I referred to Homage to Catatonia. One of his other works.
Never step on the punchline.
Churchill, Orwell, Kipling, no. Although all three did remark at points at the hypocrisy of pacifism in a time of existential national crisis, or specifically, the mocking of those who will fight. But not in the context she wishes.
Am aware of the drift that leads from that critique of pacificism in a time of war to what she implies. He never said it, and nothing else remote to her context. She ends with another lie.
Yeah, Orwell said that. I think it's the opening line of his famed "Homage to Catatonia." In his first novel, "The Road To Cory's Leer," he also wrote, "Some things seem to look good from one end of the bar, but if you get close and there's just lip filler and hair extensions? Run the fuck away..."
1. Tuberville
2. Mullin
3. Blackburn
My choice of weapon is Super Soakers. In the dead of winter.
The ayatollahs could issue the funniest statement ever today:
"Wait. He just appointed the second-most deadbrained Senator to head homeland security and he gave the dog-shooting Barbie some made-up job defending the Western Hemisphere. And now he wants to name our Supreme Leader? The fuck you say."
This is a grievous argument for us to have. At least as far as the republic is concerned.
Yes. Sheehy.
Yups.
Mr. Mullin may be the penultimate moron in the U.S. Senate, out-thinking only the husk that is Senator Tuberville, but helped by enough lip filler and hair extensions, he can be augmented with the intimate advice and constant companionship of Cory Lewandowski, a committed consigliere to DHS.
To demonstrates that he remains a committed special advisor to DHS, Mr. Lewandowski will now be obliged to travel with and provide sexual services to Mr. Mullin.
And 165 non-artificial schoolchildren were blown up by all this advanced and precise targeting. Congrats to everyone involved on achieving this brave new world.
He is preoccupied elsewhere.
Note that as our allies draw away from our fresh military adventure and are then berated by our president, he is the same asshole who only weeks ago demeaned and denigrated our allies who shed blood with us in previous military adventures, claiming they had not served on the front lines.
I'd switch out with Harry Truman's cadaver at this point.
There were about three or four decades, possibly five, when it seemed imminent that I was going to meet, charm and seduce a Playboy Playmate of the Month.
Not sure what happened.
Whatever your critique, he has taken the lead against a disastrous and immoral war in a time when other leaders in the West have failed to find their voice. Focus on what he has done here in this moment and understand that in this critical instance it is leadership.
This expression, worn by an ordinary, sentient soul, translates precisely to "what the fuck did I do?" On this pouting, perpetually aggrieved manchild, devoid of even a shard of self-awareness, we cannot credit the moment as such.
Mr. Birch.
Nate, get fucked. There is no Democratic president or national nominee that would have authorized this misadventure. And Dems, if splitting on this war, are still the voice of opposition and accountability. Your rhetoric is all pout and ass.