Letters to the Editor
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Sysprog: the best part of the story
is that the judge "blamed" both Bush and Cheney for his ruling; i.e., he cited their use of such language in a blurting-out fashion, and said that he could not penalize others for similar behavior.
http://www.nytimes.com/2007/06/05/business/media/05decency.html?hp
So much for improving the tone in Washington...
Of course, it was pretty hilarious that Martin had to use so many "obscenities" in his statement. Do you suppose he meant it as parody? [/sarcasm] And if so, would GWB & Cheney have understood they were part of the joke?
I think maybe some men's mouths need washing out with soap by their wives or mothers. [/more sarcasm]
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Are we not "purfled" yet?
Purfled-- is to get short winded, especially in consequence of being too lusty. Etymological Scottish Dictionary, 1803
In a diary it was revealed that one was getting: "Purfled Wearied." He went into a church. He heard a sermon at stood by a pretty lady. She seemed a modest maid. He felt it a honor to take her hand and then the body; but she would not , but then got further and further from me, said the diarist.
She was lovely but took a pi one day out of her pocket and pricked me, he said. I did not touch her again, which she suffered and withdrew, but, she loved that I would love her and look, but, so why did she break up the armour?
A sermon ends. A relationship ends up. AlSo: That was the end all innocent gestures of further armour. So, the writer in a daily diary took a horse coach and decided it be safe at the secure homestead and decided once again to up his grouch wife again.
The entry was recorded, and then purged from the found (Republican Registry) diary because of its (not it's) immoral overtones. Now, I ain't cussing. No read too much between the scroll.
O, purfled. I am sure in trouble, not so pure, and very purfled. We are human. Stop the war. BusCo, a free ride is for you, please go home by mule, donkey, train or fly, and/or catch a condor bird, okay. Hopscotch.
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Re: civility by L@L
KR,
I fully agree with you - provided the individual is arguing in good faith. I'm pretty open-minded, but when someone flagrantly contradicts themselves and insults others when their contradictions are made plain, they are a troll and don't deserve attempts at rational discourse. At the most, a one-liner that cuts to the heart of their idiocy is all that is warranted, and that only for the benefit of lurkers.
Normally, ignoring them is more than they deserve, but it lessens the bandwidth waste.
Cheers,
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@Paul R and WT
See? Those are the kinds of postings that just make me shiver with delight at their clarity. Yummy. How I love, love diagramming, too.
Um [she says shyly], Dostoevsky's sentences are just as long in Russian. But I venture not as long as Proust's (not in Russian).
Most here might be happy to hear that my local public radio station has just had a record-breaking fundraising day, due in large part to an interview with Elizabeth Holtzman, a politican and former DA, who makes the case for impeachment. You can read an article by her here: http://www.thenation.com/doc/20060130/holtzman
Anonymous, thanks for the Bierce quotes ;) But I always thought it would be fun to be a lexicographer :( Words have an architecture and history that can be so fun to study.
And for all:
"ONCE UPON A TIME, there was a spirit called Implication. He didn't get picked very often when the other kids were choosing teams, and he tended to live in the shadows. But he always had a sense of pride, deep down, because he knew that people would call on him in their most important moments: in bed beside someone they loved, or while on their knees whispering to what -- or who -- they believed in. Life wasn't black or white, he knew; Implication was a friend of all the colors.
As he grew up, Implication found himself running with a not very fast crowd -- Irony, Irreverence, Adoration, Poetry. They all got together, though they came from different worlds, in unlit places away from the main streets. Passersby would hear a snatch of music, and then there'd be a silence. It was like a different universe from the marching bands that liked to parade down the avenues; a universe that said that what we couldn't see, or say, had as much a part in life as what we could.
And then one day Implication heard he was on a blacklist. The word came from Rumor, and it said there was no room for either of them in the new dispensation. Question marks were now banned; Cacophony, Simplicity and Outright Confrontation had taken over. Implication had always been the warrior's enemy and the lover's friend. But now mano a mano was more in favor than tete-a-tete.
Implication didn't know where he could go, what he should do. For as long as he could remember, he'd had a job to perform, a role. People looked to him when they were joking, when they were flirting, when they wanted to spare someone's feelings, when they wanted to hurt someone's feelings. They followed the principles he carried with him: that power is measured by what you keep at home, that silence makes a deeper impact than shouting. Implication had been made an honorary citizen of the Land of Trust."
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--Pico Iyer
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anyone for a little stoning
Thanks for the laugh from the FCC Commisioner, sysprog.
Of course, it was pretty hilarious that Martin had to use so many "obscenities" in his statement.
Karen, it reminded me of one of my favorite scenes from one of my favorite movies (the stoning scene from Life of Brian, of course).
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0dRRYXtk1CA
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@ Karen M and bebop-o
Karen, that article just made my day. Do I sense a glimmer of reason in the air? Now maybe my public radio station can dump its First Amendment Fund (built as sandbag protection against this very rule) and put the money toward something sensible.
bebop-o, more than anything in the world right now I'd love to see GW hopscotch homeward.