Letters to the Editor
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bahhumingbug. bah. you startled me.
You flew from Mars like a camel into a chicken house. Can you be the usher? Gently, and cautiously, seat Chicago residents in front seats and pay the head with a friendly grin. Hand them a love envelope and ask for some ice cream cone money.
Welcome.
I'm trying to get booted to the barn. bah.
Please take me with a grain of salt. bah.
I'll give a dime for the collection. bah.
Please shake no fist or salt on the snow cones.
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apologies.
pat head. not pay head. Welcome.
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re: apologies
apologies.
pat head. not pay head. Welcome.
-bebop-o
Bebop-o, nice job demonstrating your policy of quick, clear corrections. Thomas Smith, Joe Klein, et al: take note.
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Thanks for the welcome, bop.
I do declare; Where ever I go, there you are. :)
bug in a rug,
bah.
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In case we weren't sure Howie Kurtz is an ass!
Anonymous: New York Times, right now: "Breaking News 12:06 PM ET: U.S. Report Says Iran Halted Nuclear Weapons Program in 2003." This should be interesting.
washingtonpost.com: "Iran halted its nuclear weapons development program in the fall of 2003 under international pressure but is continuing to enrich uranium..." (AP, Dec. 3)
Howard Kurtz: I would just make a note about the attribution in the lead: "senior intelligence officials said Monday." They may well be right. But some intelligence officials were obviously flat wrong about Saddam's WMD.
What are the odds that the same people who asserted that Saddam had WMD are the ones who are asserting that Iraq doesn't?
nil?
Yea...I thought so too.
What a hack!
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bah. I hope I didn't hurt your feelings.
Ibn Khafif Shirazi tells this story: I heard there were two teachers renown for their honesty, so he hurried to reach their presence.
He greeted them three times. They did not answer. One said, "Life is short Ibn Khafif. Use the portion that is left to deepen yourself. Open eyes."
And this is part of the story too: "Don't waste time greeting people!"
Ibn was teaching the importance of having ones own personal experience of the unseen, and not to fret so much about the forms of greeting people, hearing wisdom, and about what we should be doing.
Soap is the dirt we buy. We introduce it to the dirt we have, and the two dirt's are so glad to see each other they come out and mix!
okay? It means we keep clarity.
None get too disturbed and angry.
P.S. Coleman Barks tells about Ibn.
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bah. I hope I didn't hurt your feelings.
Ibn Khafif Shirazi tells this story: I heard there were two teachers renown for their honesty, so he hurried to reach their presence.
He greeted them three times. They did not answer. One said, "Life is short Ibn Khafif. Use the portion that is left to deepen yourself. Open eyes."
And this is part of the story too: "Don't waste time greeting people!"
Ibn was teaching the importance of having ones own personal experience of the unseen, and not to fret so much about the forms of greeting people, hearing wisdom, and about what we should be doing.
Soap is the dirt we buy. We introduce it to the dirt we have, and the two dirt's are so glad to see each other they come out and mix!
okay? It means we keep clarity.
None get too disturbed and angry.
P.S. Coleman Barks tells about Ibn.
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bah. I hope I didn't hurt your feelings.
Ibn Khafif Shirazi tells this story: I heard there were two teachers renown for their honesty, so he hurried to reach their presence.
He greeted them three times. They did not answer. One said, "Life is short Ibn Khafif. Use the portion that is left to deepen yourself. Open eyes."
And this is part of the story too: "Don't waste time greeting people!"
Ibn was teaching the importance of having ones own personal experience of the unseen, and not to fret so much about the forms of greeting people, hearing wisdom, and about what we should be doing.
Soap is the dirt we buy. We introduce it to the dirt we have, and the two dirt's are so glad to see each other they come out and mix!
okay? It means we keep clarity.
None get too disturbed and angry.
P.S. Coleman Barks tells about Ibn.
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Kurtz
Surprise, surprise. The chump didn't take a question on Joe Klein.
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bebop-o?
Who IS this bore?
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re: who IS this bore?
FASCINATING comment.
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Pamela is the preacher
anonymous is the usher
So- it's time to slam a door?
Am I laughing and irritating?
P.S. It is time to go elsewhere.
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Timbermann on saying what
How did educated, intelligent people in this country end up in thrall to the right wing master-narrative of history? -- amity
Did they? It seems to me that as convenient assertions go, this is possibly the most convenient of all.
That was a question, not an assertion, so it's not clear what you're getting at here. Or are you debating the implied assertion that there is a right-wing project in the first place? If so, it's not clear what appeal Glenn Greenwald's work would hold for you in the first place.
Further study is needed if you want a theory which more closely approximates what actually happened ...
Again, further study is exactly what I'm saying is needed, making it appear that we agree — which I doubt highly, though I can't tell how or why not.
So that aside, then, what would you say is "what happened?" The victory of the right-wing marketing effort is an illusion, and actually liberal Democrats have been running the United States for the last quarter century? The question is moot because America has never had a truly liberal movement? Or it's always been this tepid, and nothing is new under the sun? Or everything is fair and balanced and this business about slavish devotion to a captive press is so much tantrum-throwing? Or you do agree about what's happened but you just don't like my attitude?
Seriously, I'd like to know.
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Pamela Troy?
Pamela Troy asked Bebop if he could borrow his donkey. Bebop, not wanting to lend his donkey to the rude commenter, told her, "I would love to loan you my donkey but only yesterday my brother came from the next town to use it to carry his wheat to the mill to be ground. The donkey sadly is not here."
Pamela was disappointed. But she thanked Bebop and began to walk away.
Just as he got a few steps away, Bebop's donkey, which was in the back of his house all the time, let out a big bray.
Pamela turned to Bebop and said, "Bebop, I thought you told me that your donkey was not here.
Bebop turned to the commenter and said, "My friend, who are you going to believe? Me or the donkey?