The google header does not annoy me.
85. Damn, and she was smoking hot clear to the end. Her last performance, as the angel of (Death? The afterlife?) in “Always” was as wonderful as ever. Roman Holiday was made before my parents even met, Wait until dark when I was eight. Only Elsa Martinelli was ever as exotic or as petite.
We miss you, Audrey. Would that there were actresses of your class and caliber today.
And some of us have bought it hook, line and sinker. In comments in a post a couple days back, about voter fatigue, Dan opines:
As Mark Twain famously stated “if voting made a difference it would be outlawedâ€. A very wise and sage observation as it really does not matter in more than 90% of the races in America which candidate you vote for.
I got a little news for you Dan: Mark Twain was a comedian. His politics were merely stupid, and his business sense worse than awful. Yes, funny, yes, thought provoking at times, but a comedian. I would not take the political advice of Jeanine Garofolo or Bill Maher, and I won’t take the advice of Mark Twain. It is not only misguided, it is demonstrably wrong. Voting and the people we have voted for have gotten us squarely into this mess. It is the very height of ignorance to say this, and I cannot imagine how stupid you have to be to say “Look what voting has done! DON”T VOTE BECAUSE IT DOESN’T WORK!!!!”
Then there’s this:
NO candidate who poses a serious threat to the status quo will EVER have more than an outside chance at winning ANY office above state level…..EVER.
So long as every time the press gins up some manufactured bullshit about one candidate or another, all the dans morons press their lips up against the TV set and begin to suckle, so they can say “I CAN”T VOTE FOR ROMNEY/SANTORUM/BUSH/MCCAIN BECAUSE THEY’RE XXXXXXXXXXX” That is exactly correct. So long as the renfields are getting their marching orders from the press, no real conservative will ever get elected- but then, that is the plan.
Virtually ALL the power in America now resides in Mordor on the Potomac and ALL candidates for national office, ALL candidates for judicial appointment and ALL candidates who might possibly have ANY chance at helming ANY federal agency are owned lock stock and barrel by the special interests that control this country.
Lets see: Why would that be? That would be because we let that HAPPEN.
Folks….we ain’t voting our way out of this mess…..
If you think that voting is a switch you flip and it changes everything, you are correct. However, it is not. Traitor.
the choices are VERY SIMPLE…..accept the ever growing size and scope of the fed government with eventual enslavement of everybody or rebel…..
yes, because rebellion always works so well. How about we ignore your patently ignorant and childish advice, not have infantile temper tantrums, and actually go out and work to make things better, instead of sitting in your mom’s basement playing WOW having wet dreams about the Glorious Revolution, renfield? Let me explain what the REAL choices are: We accept what the left tells us to do, which is what traitors like you are doing, or we work to make things better. And at the core of that are three principles: Always vote. Always vote for the more conservative person, even if the difference is only minuscule, and be prepared for it to take generations to happen. While you are sitting around hoping for a revolution that will never come, or if it does it will devastate the decent people in the world and leave the worst of the worst morons in charge, the adults are doing what they’re supposed to be doing.
neither choice is pretty, both choices will result in massive casualties…
neither choice is fact based, either.
BUT, choice number two results in casualties where government insiders ALSO die. Choice one ONLY has citizens dying
BOTH choices result in the very people you “claim” to despise winning. Pity you’re such a moron, you might open your eyes and see how stupid you are being.
Look, people. Love this country, or hate it. Loving it means doing your part, and that means becoming engaged in the process and making it work. Don’t take the advice of comedians, morons, or the tube. Don’t give up because you cant have things your way this very second. Don’t sit around waiting for a revolution that will never come (Or if it does it will be an unqualified disaster). get off your halfmoons and fix things.
Hating it means emulating Dan.
The oglet spent a good deal of time trying to find the right dress, and found one that was beyond stunning. Shoes came next. Something that would show off her athelete’s legs and not be impossible to walk in.
Yesterday she left school early to come home and primp for the night. She had help with makeup, and ended up looking like she wasn’t wearing any, which to me, is perfect. Not wanting to blow a big wad of cash on her hair, she styled it herself and I think did a great job.
Halfway through the night, her date couldn’t deal with the noise and heat and had to be rescued by his parents, but the oglet soldiered on, and had a good time. At eleven I drove to pick her up, and made the hour-lonmg trip home with her in the passenger seat.
She is stunning in her red satin dress. In almost no time, exhausted from the long day, she falls asleep. Hands in her lap. A faint scent comes from the orchid on her wrist. The buckle of her mother’s London Fog raincoat, borrowed for the evening, taps against the door handle when we hit expansion strips in the road.
We have been listening to the radio but I turn it off. The rain mists the windshield and I occasionally have to run the wipers for a swipe or two.
I have always been acutely aware of the passage of time, all my life. Each moment fleeing like a bird leaving the hand of a magician, each anticipated day too soon present and too long past.
I reach over the armrest and touch her hand. She doesn’t stir, but instinctively grips back. I capture this moment, a perfect slice of perfect life, a dad and his beautiful, sleeping daughter on a highway at night in the rain. Other days will come and go, but I will always be able to walk down the corridors of my mind, pull the silver key from around my neck, and unlock the crystal cabinet that holds this memory and all it’s perfection, a memory so clear and strong that I expect that long after I am gone the memory will exist on it’s own.
