“When a guy that’s got money in his pocket is standin around, he’s standin around. When a guy that’s got no money is standin around he’s loitering.”
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"To enslave ideas, ideals, idealism, to torture imagination, dissent, argument, to take the life of belief, hope, free will, begins with the imprisonment of free speech, the free pursuit of the truth, and the freedom to report the truth." (for the journalists at the Washington Press Corps Dinner/ posted earlier)
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Kim Jong's Un hair sneaking around Waldo County, Maine.
a version of this was posted earlier...
Please give to the Barbara Bush Children's Hospital (at Maine Medical Center): 22 Bramhall Street/ Portland, Maine 04101/ 207-662-0111
“I was on the Hollywood Freeway durin rush hour -- what a nightmare. There was a flashin electronic road sign -- y’know for traffic control -- that read BACK UP. I drove in reverse for ten minutes. Then, uh, another flashing sign told me to GO FORWARD. I did this for five minutes. Then I was ordered to back up again. Go forward again. Back up. Twenty-four hours later I was a half mile behind where it was I first got on the freeway. I wasn’t gettin anywhere, so I said to myself: how bout Syria it’s nice there this time of year? And, the rest is history.”
“At least 80 children were among the 126 killed (on 4/17/17 in a) “suicide bomb attack on an evacuation convoy in Syria, the Syrian Observatory for Human Rights” states. - abc.net.au/news
It was the deadliest terrorist bombing “in almost a year, the Syrian Observatory for Human Rights (SOHR)” stated. - Independent (London)
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"Love teaches a man loyalty for a woman, not ownership."
please see Carbuncle Moon post: 11/4/16
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North Korea is bordered by Russia to the north via a short land border and by a China to the north and northwest; South Korea to the south. Across the Yellow Sea to the west is China, and over the Sea of Japan, to the east, is Japan. If there is a nuclear conflict, a strike upon either Korea, these are the countries, the peoples -- the human beings -- that will suffer the most. - Google maps (edited 5/10)
The Trump administration is appealing to the People's Republic of China to interact and find a peaceful and effective solution with North Korea in its policy of nuclear drama -- tests, threats, blackmail -- a historical policy going back to Kim Jong Il, to secure additional sources of economy for a mismanaged, impoverished, totalitarian regime. China is Kim Jong Un's main ally, the primary support of all materials, energy, oil, trade, with North Korea. - some sources: CNN, Fox, MSNBC
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Happy Earth Day:
Environmentalists are the ultimate pragmatists.
Please support The Sierra Club: 85 Second Street, 2nd Floor/ San Francisco, California 94105/ 415-977-5000/ And:
Maine Chapter of the Sierra Club: 44 Oak Street, Suite 301/ Portland, Maine 04101/ 207-761-5616/ firstname.lastname@example.org.
A memorable cultural scene took place when a Red Sox fan sitting behind a two-headed woman in Fenway Park yelled Move your heads and not Move your head. This of course confused other people sitting around the lady who moved their heads this way and that way even as the irate fan kept yelling to move your heads. Once underway, a whole section of normally very polite Red Sox fans shook and shimmied with their heads bee-bopping in rhythm to the blunt force suggestions of the irate fan, until en masse, the crowd rose and sat, rose and sat, mimicking human waves, thereby inventing the WAVE in sports, demolition derbies, some churches, and in strip joints...
The WAVE, which swept the ball park, was caught on video by a penny stock investor in the throes of a crisis of faith, vis-a-vis Wall Street. Depressed, the stockbroker could have stayed home and gotten drunk but elected to get drunk and see a Red Sox game instead. At first, Red Sox management claimed that there were no: “irate fan(s) in Fenway -- whattya crazy -- what the hell do you mean by that crap? You tryin to start sumpthin? I’m from Mattapan.” And, then by exclamation point: “This is America not England, you friggin derelict.” However, beginning with a worldwide Odyssey, from Cincinnati to Singapore, the footage went viral and in days under the caption, Bobbleheads at Fenway, the event became legendary...
Two weeks after the video appeared on YouTube, the drunken investor’s financial crisis was over. Three weeks later, BobbleheadsatFenway became a word in Webster’s Dictionary meaning: (1) when someone yells at the wrong person and that person believes he or she is the right person and so mistakenly reacts to irrational orders not specific to that person; (2) when swarms of people participate in a fan wave induced by an irate fan yelling at a two-headed woman. Four weeks later, BobbleheadsatFenway became one of the most popular newborn’s names in the Highland region of Papua New Guinea and in the Liberty’s section of Dublin. Five weeks later, the Boston Red Sox had two million new fans, world-wide. Six weeks later, British tabloids gave credit to the Chicago White Sox for inventing the FAN WAVE choosing not to understand the difference between red and white in the American or colonial version of English -- which, caused real problems between Chicago and Boston for a time, and of course Gary, Indiana, and Rhode Island got in on the cluster fug, too, choosing sides. Gary chose Milpitas, California, and Rhode Island chose Maui.
Please give to the American Diabetes Association: P.O. Box 11454/ Alexandria, Virginia 22312/ 1-800-342-2383
“I was listenin to Fox Listen Live on the web: The nightmare voices floated in on the gossamer wings of malevolent intent, uh, sportin bouffant prows of silent but jagged aggression to leave behind psycho-nut-job doodies all over the orange shag carpet of my subconscious. I can’t go down into that psychotic cellar -- however shallow -- without a pooper scooper hinged to a, er, needy depression all disguised as my Fox Listen Live psychological full metal walker -- O’Reilly's goin to Mars and I’m gonna listen to CBS.”
Please give to Nor-Cal Inland Chapter of Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation (JDRF): 950 Fulton Avenue, Suite 150/ Sacramento, California 95825/ 916-920-0790
“Bingham Clayson looked out his kitchen window down into the two-block bottle neck of North Butte, at the south end of San Miguel Lake, where it was downsized by a small earthen dam and then renamed Rattlesnake Creek before it fled zigzagging and downhill like too many of the town’s young:
“The rain fell in frigid pellets; the water darts were like radioactive debris piercing the protective clothing of any one foolish enough to be outside. The searing dampness penetrated to the bone, and beyond. Some old men felt old war wounds. Some old women felt the old wounds that some old men had inflicted upon them. It was the kind of day locals took pride in -- a statement of a life that separated North Butte from softer places.
“The town was encircled by granite spires, some already besotted by snow, and swarms of giant pines, cedar, and fir. Uneven clusters of rain splatters bombarded the lake top at miraculous angles as white-capped swells churned across the gray water. A west wind howled into the village scouring the streets and walls and rooftops with acid rain from the cities in the valley and on the coast. The church spire, glistening in the gloom, rose with its white prow penetrating the downpour like God’s ship of war steaming its way towards heaven.” - from North Butte, a short story by Kevin O’Kendley
Please give to Elizabeth Glaser Pediatric AIDs Foundation: 1140 Connecticut Avenue, NW, Suite 200/ Washington DC 20036/ 202-296-9165
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