Letters to the Editor
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Jim White:
Funny you would say that. I just visited with my mom over Christmas. For awhile, my folks had a Maverick when my siblings and I were kids. My sister gave me a ride to the airport, and on the way there, at one point, we found ourselves behind a Maverick. That jogged some memories for my sister. She told me that Mom and Dad's Maverick hated her. She went onto to tell me a series of mishap-horror stories about her days of driving the Maverick.
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Glenn needs to be nice. McCain will feel the shame of a dead toad?
Did a fine-haired frog ever kiss a politico's moose butt?
WHO knows? Did any-body ever go visit a vet Animal Hospital and be diagnosed as one who is Yogurt Overdosed? Yep. sorta.
A Nigerian doc who is not married was so pleasant today. She was as Merry of heart can get. My blood pressure dropped. She was so beautiful.
I can now understand why the African male soccer players can't keep the eye on the ball? I'd keep looking up into the soccer stand too. When the Nigerian Doc said, "You don't have a brain temperature or fever..." I thought she meant I had no life-reading recorded and went dead?
She took blood readings that proved there is no ceramic-pot splinters in my urine. Then, a young Doc who just returned from Iraq as an assigned Combat-Medic said to me, "The American troops are being blown to smithies from those Wall Street financed 155-artillery round WMD's." He said with tears, "The land-mind IED's can have three 155-artillery rounds explode at once!" The bodies he told me often look like scrambled egg's with red ketchup."
You need to understand combat humor. It is relief. Stress can kill. Jim Montague here always reminds me of war wounded Michel de' Montague? Both J. amid M. de' Montague are great.
MSM and the AMA know the IUD's are a urinary protective birth-control of a controversial topic....BUT...MS-Press do not tell that Iraq was the 4th largest weapon-storage-arsenal and buyers from the Wall Street Arms Merchants who profiteer from bloody wars.
The Iraq experienced Medic ( I love that word, Doc! Medic! "Please don't let a troop die!" ) was great.
Both 'him' and 'her' were avocation Gardener's.
Her Nigerian hands were as rough from honest rake and hoe labor as my friend Michele. I asked the female doc to never ever marry. She was a merry heart medicine. I asked if she had good dirt under her fingernails? Smack. We talked about much.
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I say that Mr. Bomber, unmerciful, John McCain needs to get a Tube-Tie-Fan-Club web-site?
Then all gecko's who slurp-up-blood can smooch the window screen? He can show his moon-face? Fans can clip love signals on the screed balloting board? Fans can ask if he eats blue huckleberries? The nation can say, "Hello McCain." huh.
"Did you kill baby Abel? Are you fond of red dressed Lady Macbeth? Do you have hallucination and bloody apparitions of dead slain ghost?"
Well.
Hey McKill,
why don't you,
shove it! heh.
Shut it up. Your *@#$%^&!*!
You rotten dirty *!!~`~@#$!
You No-Good scab *$$$
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Hey, Beth
Thanks. I'll check it out.
You might be interested in a piece by Michael Shaw, posted on HuffPo on 1/11, in which he puts most of the blame for Bhutto's death on Condi Rice, who he points out, was the main driver behind the idea of Bhutto returning to Pakistan and attempting to negotiate a power-sharing arrangement with Musharraf. Shaw also blames Rice for not ensuring that Bhutto would be protected in that effort, despite appeals by Bhutto's people.
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WTF?!
When did GG become a McCain supporter?
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@I can't believe it's not butter
John King:
There's a debate in the business about whether journalism, you know, should you major in journalism? And I would say it's a choice. And you should make the choice. Because you can major in anything. The thing about journalism is writing, so if you're an English major, political science major, history major; anything where you are reading and writing gets you the experience you need...
But there's only so much they can teach you in journalism school and the good journalism professors will tell you that. They can teach you the basics, you know about sourcing, about how to -- the constructing of the old pyramid, reverse pyramid, concepts of writing journalism. They can teach you all of that. Some of it, in my view, anyway I'm a dinosaur in some ways, is still applicable. In my head I'm still a wire guy. I still work for the AP, I'm supposed to do it fast, straight forward, basic, stay in the middle, you know, be objective. Uh, if you watch, including my business, cable tv, that's, that's a smaller universe of people who think that's the way to do it.
http://blogs.saintanselmcollege.net/2007/06/05/john-king-cnn/
He goes on about breaking new stories and being careful -- properly sourcing stories, and owning up to mistakes. You know, basic journalism standards that Glenn is attempting to hold the journalists to.
You want more, you gotta download and listen to the mp3 file.
pwn3ed,I think you owe support for:
- "Helen Thomas spewing lefty talking points"
- "the fact" that a fact she acts like Cindy Sheehan's mother rather than a journalist.
- the White Press Corps getting or trying to get on the evening news by asking a 'gotcha' question which made a headline.
- the comment that Glenn is left wing
- Christ being born in Bethlehem
- your assertion that Glenn "criticises journalists because they don't do what he thinks they should do -a judgment formed entirely by Glenn's own polical (sic) biases and viewpoints."
- your claim that Glenn "would rather McCain was being called on the carpet for what Glenn sees as an egregious record."
- support for the comment "Journalism is the choice for people who don't know what else to do"
And that's just in one thread! You're a tool.
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@bop
You sound good, man. Are you feeling good? As in, better? Over.
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Maverick Memories
My grandmother bought one of the first Mavericks in the city in the Fall of 1969. It was advertised at $1995.00, and dammit, that was all she was going to pay. She scored herself a powder blue one with blackwalls and hubs, dark blue plaid (!) seats, and an interior in which painted sheet metal was a prominent feature. In place of carpet, it had this rubbery crap, which came in handy when it started leaking. I thinks she finagled an AM radio for no cost. They did give her a little embossed leather dashboard plaque with her name for her daring embrace of this cutting-edge new product.
As she lurched around town in second gear with the 3-speed on the column transmission whirring and jerking, honks would be answered with a vague, "I know him," and tickets with a subsequent tantrum at the police station. The child in the passenger seat sunk below the window sill.
I used to get a creepy feeling every time I saw one, years after her death. Thank God their inherent crappiness has finally cleansed the roads of those things.