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Books. Bikes. Boomsticks. ...the attention span of a hyperactive Pekingese in desperate need of a Ritalin MilkBone.
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| Hot. Really, really hot. |
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| By comparison, the Zed Drei's interior is positively palatial. |
The misfits of SEAL Team 6, with the Troubled Rebel played by Charlie Sheen and the Brave Female SEAL played by Demi Moore, are energized by the arrival of a new commander, call sign "POTUS", played by Denzel Washington, who whips them into shape in preparation for leading them all on the mission of their lives.
Terrorists will tremble when they face the wrath of POTUS and SEAL Team 6!
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| The view from the porch at Plump's Last Shot in Broad Ripple. |
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| The Butler Dog: A beef frank wrapped in bacon, deep-fried, and slathered with tomatoes, onions, and jalapenos. |
Then my attention drifted because I’d forgotten book stores still exist. How many are left? Are they located between soda fountains and livery stables? Are they sharing rental space with Blockbusters and the telegraph office?
I miss small private bookstores; they were magic. But they were hunted to extinction sometime during the great cultural revolution during which iDevices with games involving hurled birds supplanted rotary dial phones.Yeah, I like my Kindle. But I don't have to enjoy liking my Kindle!
Khadija Sali, a journalist from the Philippines, said: "We have to respect the culture and respect ourselves as well. Don't wear anything too short or too tight, it's common sense."No, Khadija, I do not have to respect the culture. I no more have to respect the culture of those backwards goat-molesting savages than I do the culture at a backwoods Klan cross-burnin'; the only difference is that the Kluxxers aren't sitting atop the world's petroleum reserves, so I don't even have to pretend to respect them.
You don't own other people; you don't get to control what they do. When you threaten to harm someone -- even yourself -- you're initiating force, attempting to extort something from the persons to whom you are expressing your threat.You know, I don't think I agree with that. And yet it's an angle I had not pondered before. I'm willing to go sit someplace quiet and chew it over for a bit and see if I still disagree. I think I will, but the very fact that I'm willing to do this is apparently proof that I need to scrape off my Ron Paul bumper stickers and burn my Murray Rothbard books. I just got my wookie suit dry-cleaned, too, dammit!
Jay, I ran my Glock 19 for a 5 day course and 2600 rounds with out cleaning, lubing, or wiping down at the US Training Center.To which my response was
The only hiccups were due to me riding the slide stop.
That's because it's a Glock. If you ride the slide stop on a 1911, it's because it's an antiquated POS and you should have bought a Glock. ;)The CCA 1911 I shot at AFHF came right out of the box and ran through two days of AFHF with no maintenance other than squirting a couple drops of oil into the thing without taking it apart the night before TD1, about five minutes after I'd taken it out of the box.
Can you imagine what their ratings would be if CNN wasn't the default setting on every airport TeeWee and motel lobby in the country?As FOX and msnbc ratings relative to CNN show, people prefer to do their shots of infotainment straight up, not cut with insipid fake "neutrality" that does nothing to cover the aftertaste of bias.
Reporter: "The Navy was quick to inform us that the fire was at the opposite end of the submarine from the nuclear reactor."(...and yes, I know there are stern tubes, and that the forward tubes are actually more sorta midships, and that there's no real good place on a nuclear-powered undersea vessel to have a raging inferno, but the guy's combination of morbid fascination and utter cluelessness just rubbed me the wrong way.)
Me: "Oh, you mean at the end with the torpedoes? The part where there's actually something flammable?"
A high level accurate bag lover, then it is certain you know nicely regarding the Gucci carriers.I can hardly wait to call somebody a "high level accurate bag lover" to their face, just to watch them try to process exactly what I mean by it. Is it a complement? An insult? Who knows? It's like a verbal Rorschach!
I pauperism to introduce you a flagrant movie. Let debate it.This one irritates me like a piece of popcorn hull between two molars. It almost parses. It almost makes sense. It should make sense. It's like picking up something from Zeta Reticuli on your backyard SETI receiver that is just random electronic noise, only with kinda a pattern to it... What's it saying? "Help! I'm being held prisoner in a Shanghai spam factory?" or
[j]ust an inert tube used to carry a missile around. Kind of like the container in which you get posters mailed to you, only olive green with some numbers stenciled on it and it once upon a time held something even cooler than a Kill Bill poster. The only way it could possibly be dangerous is if you beat somebody with it, but it would take a fair amount of beating to get anything done since it has the density and drag coefficient of one of those big kiddie whiffle bats, only more awkward to hold. Actually, if you wanted to kill someone with it probably the easiest way to do so would be to take some heavy-duty scissors, snip off a piece, and stuff it down their throat in hopes that they choke.I don't know what it is about green plastic tubes that sends reporters and Barney Fife into a total Code Brown, but they sure do.
Picking Romney is easily the stupidest thing the GOP has done in my lifetime...I don't know, is it really any stupider than Dole or McCain? It seems like it's almost a reflex action for the GOP to oppose a young-ish charismatic candidate with a tepid benchwarmer with all the vibrant charisma of a tub of library paste. Heck, it's almost like it's a party tradition.