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HRC just beat the daylights out of him on immigration. She's very skilled.
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HRC just beat the daylights out of him on immigration. She's very skilled.
Unless Barry Hussein can pull off the nomination (which seems pretty unlikely) this general election will come down to a choice between a war authorizer and general supporter (HRC) and an unapologetic war cheerleader (Macca).
I sure wouldn't have predicted that one or two years ago.
Liz and I pass a billboard of Andrea Bocelli, he appears to be squinting.
Me, "Why is that dude always squinting?"
Liz, "Seriously?"
"What?"
"You know he's blind?"
"How would I know he's blind?"
"Because he's one of the most famous singers in the world?"
"Is he in Sleater-Kinney? Because if he ain't, then I don't give a goddam"
I may have made that last sentence up, I may have actually said, "oh".
"Fighting AIDS and malaria is all well and good, but what is the point of curing diseases if children can't learn about the world and explore the Internet? A lot of people just have their priorities backwards. If the children had laptops they could do the research and cure AIDS and malaria by themselves. People are just stuck in the same old way of thinking. Which is a pity, honestly."
Nick Negroponte in PC World
This is awesome. Money quote re the WMDs at 1:25 "just because you didn't find every easter egg doesn't mean it wasn't planted"
I also like that the only response that gets applause is RuPaul.
SOUTH CAROLINA Bounding to the stage at a rally in St. Helena Island to the song “Fortunate Son,” [Presidential hopeful Jonathan] Edwards played up his roots in the state. “People ask me, what makes you think you can win the South Carolina primary?” he said, stretching out his Southern drawl. “One very simple answer: I talk like this.”
I suppose that the spirit of the track jives with his "Ah'muh son uv'uh mill worker" narrative, but it's still not the best track to associate with your campaign.
It aint me, it aint me, I aint no millionaires son, no.
It aint me, it aint me; I aint no fortunate one, no.
Ok, but you, yourself, are a millionaire, right, John?