...This is where I've been struggling. 'Ann' has never held my heart only 'Anne'. 'Annie' is a decent half-way, lets-not-ask-questions alternative.
Simon the other day questioned whether I had crossed the line from something to something. I merely aver that I find the Prof intensely alluring from a simple perspective of carnal desire, no matter that I have no rational English handle on her politics.
But that's another Brit thing - we do sex and we do politics, but we have no concept of 'sexual politics' thank God.
The piece Ann links to is meant to be a parody, but, if you check out Balkinization and the Obama/Lincoln hagiography, you will see that the linked article isn't too far ahead of reality. Today, Obama equals Lincoln; tomorrow, Obama equals Jesus.
Every time I hear Obama speak, I can't help but laugh. For the sake of my own entertainment, I counted and highlighted the cliches from Obama's speech announcing his run for the Democratic nomination. 126 cliches in total, and according to the C-Span video, it lasted 20 minutes.
6.3 cliches per minute. It's even worse than I thought; hiliarous and scary at the same time.
I believe it's written somewhere in the Bible - "And Obama shall lay his bare hands upon the people in a time of trouble. And he shall heal their land."
My read was that people had taken their gloves off in the hopes of touching the hem of Obama's robe. To cure them of disease and bring good fortune
Having attended many high school football games in temperatures in the low teens, I know why they were gloveless. Clapping gloved/ or mittened hands together makes at best a dull muffled sound. Doh! Plus that thermos of hot buttered rum keeps your hands plenty warm without gloves....ooops but I digress.
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I don't know. Cuttin' down the Cherry Tree, it ain't.
Needs more hot chocolate.
Cheers,
Victoria
As Grandma used to say:
"The problem with a colostomy bag is getting the gloves to match."
I see a contest in the offing:
To name Annie's deranged obsession with Obama!
To name Annie's deranged obsession with Obama!
...This is where I've been struggling. 'Ann' has never held my heart only 'Anne'. 'Annie' is a decent half-way, lets-not-ask-questions alternative.
Simon the other day questioned whether I had crossed the line from something to something. I merely aver that I find the Prof intensely alluring from a simple perspective of carnal desire, no matter that I have no rational English handle on her politics.
But that's another Brit thing - we do sex and we do politics, but we have no concept of 'sexual politics' thank God.
Where was I? No frigging idea.
The piece Ann links to is meant to be a parody, but, if you check out Balkinization and the Obama/Lincoln hagiography, you will see that the linked article isn't too far ahead of reality. Today, Obama equals Lincoln; tomorrow, Obama equals Jesus.
Every time I hear Obama speak, I can't help but laugh. For the sake of my own entertainment, I counted and highlighted the cliches from Obama's speech announcing his run for the Democratic nomination. 126 cliches in total, and according to the C-Span video, it lasted 20 minutes.
6.3 cliches per minute. It's even worse than I thought; hiliarous and scary at the same time.
mph...
probably more astounding is that you know that many cliches.
frankly i'll trade your 126 against 5 weapons of mass de-stuk-shuns, 3 nuculars and 4 islamofascists.
trade? fair?
I believe it's written somewhere in the Bible - "And Obama shall lay his bare hands upon the people in a time of trouble. And he shall heal their land."
frankly i'll trade your 126 against 5 weapons of mass de-stuk-shuns
How about 500 arty shells containing Sarin and Mustard Gas? Some are degraded...some are not. We can store them at your house, yes?
My read was that people had taken their gloves off in the hopes of touching the hem of Obama's robe. To cure them of disease and bring good fortune
Having attended many high school football games in temperatures in the low teens, I know why they were gloveless. Clapping gloved/ or mittened hands together makes at best a dull muffled sound. Doh! Plus that thermos of hot buttered rum keeps your hands plenty warm without gloves....ooops but I digress.
Fen: Is that the commenter formerly known as "Fenrisulvan"?
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