I hate, hate, hate that Greenwald is right again.

"It's also worth noting that these days, in order to please the self-proclaimed "small government" conservative movement, a candidate must now vow to spy on Americans with no warrants or oversight of any kind; reserve the right to torture; and even break the law -- ignore popular will as expressed through acts of Congress -- whenever such lawbreaking is deemed beneficial. Those are now defining planks in the limited-government "conservative" movement."

Growing up as a Conservative, I always though I had a handle on what that meant: basically, a 'conservative,' judicious use of government power. Now, Conservative seems to mean 'whatever the Red Team wants it to mean.'

Thank God for amconmag.com, fff.org, Glenn Greenwald (and RP!)

Peace be with you.

There's a fundamental difference between (a) common espionage between different countries -- which virtually every country on the planet does and always has done -- and (b) a government spying on its own citizens.

Agreed, but if I understood kingfelix07 correctly, he was asking what difference there is between (a) a government spying on its own citizens, and (b) two or more governments, such as those of USA and UK, agreeing to conduct warantless eavesdropping or surveillance on each other's citizens and then to exchange their entire raw intelligence "take" from that eavesdropping or surveillance.

(1) Do you know whether the USA is actually party to any such "operating arrangements", and (2) in your view, would such a practice pass statutory or constitutional scrutiny in the USA?

Please tell shooter about your propensity for colorful metaphors. Once, when someone expressed a wish to see him buggered....

Wasn't it Sh**ter who wished that? My memory's getting foggy in my old age, but I seem to recall Sh**ter's fondness for receiving abuse, at the very least.

Cheers,

Maybe he can eat a few lobster?

Lobster season ended on June 1st.

Shocked. Harvest. Hard fishing work.

Wow. A 200-million pounds per year!

Who can afford to eat lobster chowder?

The stinky 'well-to-do' do ruin the seas.

And, What WT said. Given how little (excruciatingly little) we actually know about one another, and others who read but don't speak - the "bite a bullet" line would have been *all* some of my former students would have been looking for as a sign.

I prefer my shooter arrogant and stupid, rather than lying on the couch, pressing witch hazel-scented handkerchiefs to his temples like the DAR matron he seems to channel whenever someone gets to him.

Okay, that's probably the only image that's more pitiable than McCain's speech last night. Almost makes me feel like I kicked a puppy rather shooter242.

But then again puppies don't wear a "Kick Me Here" sign on their groin like shooter242 does. One feels obligated to oblige him.

Ya hu!

All things change. Everything is subject to revision. Oho. What a pleasant giggle is in this Canadian room. It's a sheer scintilation of a rare joy to hear. Miel. Honey-bunches.

My darling. Hyacinth. Wild purple larkspurs. I've so much to 'say' I'll not mention the purple larkspur and white lilacs.

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Or, a rump stunk @ UT. A blithering crapper flops a pile of dung for more money? Troll. Whay a lover boy of Rush L.? Babble.'Um whisper depravity. 'Um hob nob amd hock neo-con sea-cow flops. 'Um are salareied to disrupt threads. 'Um spit in each other's hyena ear drum. Darn. Whoa. It's gop excrement. Ambibiguity? I sure sense NO honeycomb. I'd not sit at a meal in their midst. O lard. 'um mutter as if they are not even ambulatory. 'Um crawl on a slippery rock like a dark slippery snake-eel. 'Um drink like a fish? 'Um pop pain pills, and jibbers that same-same bile that all foul odor carrrion washed up on shore do. Croak. 'Um are not unrepentent! I saw a dead duck on the beach. I'l scoot outta here and buy a few material gifts to mail home in one moment. I hope!

What scatter-brain Stale Parmesan Vile Vinaigrette on a lump of seal dung salad, scooped from off a seashore, from a slippery green ambergris whale load, that settled on a sea bolder? I say. 'Most trolls live lives of noisey commotion. Deranged. Oh. Maybe they feast on halibutt at a "rich" boy's adult house? Maybe a dangling 'Damoches Sword' is above the head? Holy lard. Mystery.

No holism or clarity do I see. No harmony. HYPOCRISY!

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Oh boy, who don't sense a big ego-beast wearing cloth threads, but actually loaded down with bags of life's-stolen baggage.... and then... Dare 'um? How they act out a Fool acting role and delight to surge forth more crap @ UT. Desparate.

A field mouse in a seagulls mouth? Oh what glitter.

Ho Hu!

Repentence.

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Well. How to escape the short life unscathed? How to see and believe in kind affection? How to not build ugly walls around us? Maybe repent!

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To experience Nature as a gift leads to mutual delight. One is overwhelmed, and no longer alone with misery galore. Where is affection? Maybe BE a penitent? B and E spells Be. Be One!Experience what is unsayable? Maybe repent. A penitent sees, and give up proud ill-depravity-delusions.

A community of real people emerges. People that can be trusted to care. Compassion. The false is given up. The delusion that was a killer of self... dies. Kindness enters within. A weeping can begin. Lies are renounced. Instead of being ruled by suspicion and fear, a true sense of an amazement and real true Blessing.... Experience. A praise within begins and one embarks on a journey to experience community, and conviviality. A happiness, and great relief... And rather that stink-rump social-fiends, and vain blithering foul dung of walking corpse.... moans.... No more Hypocrisy.

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Well. What a ramble. O no be chowing down on verbal crap like a bulimic fish whale? huh? I apologize. I blame the music here and the natural sea air? I blame the birds, crows, piper birds, seagulls, and a pleasant human giggle, here. Gads. It just never dawned on me that 242 was a oversight moral reader @ UT.

Repentence is vital if we wish to awake before the mortician stuffs a red radish up a butt.

I'm no theologian! My o day.