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And one was safe and asleep in his bed / Who at the bridge would be first to fall,/ Who that day would be lying dead, / Pierced by a British musket ball. Continue reading
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- Swift Boat Moms in Winnebagos 30 Aug 05 (cited by SourceWatch)
- War Porn and Silencing Soldiers 5 Nov 07 (cited by Crooks & Liars)
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Evidently you CAN fool some people all the time
Three Webrings for the Elven-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne
In the Red States where the Shadows lie.
One Webring to rule them all,
One Webring to find them,
One Webring to bring them all
and in the darkness bind them
In the Red States where the Shadows lie.(with apologies to J.R.R. Tolkien)
his vorpal sword- The Ghouls of Maylike the New Agey astrologers of today, we fiddle in rainbow-and-flower lands, riding our magic unicorns and dispensing our "have a nice day"s while there gathers a storm of thugs, shirts which are brown and modern-day troopers boot through the media landscape jackishly, destroying actual human lives, throttling public discourse and sabotaging all […]
- The Little Blogger Who Cried “Terrorist!” and other Modern FablesFor the past six daze, the Rightie Snarkophere has kicked into massive overdrive. I have never witnessed anything like it in American politics, or, perhaps, in American history, save once. If an infinite number of angry crazy monkeys at an infinite number of keyboards typed for an infinite number of Saturdays, they could not have come up with a six-day tsuna […]
- A Winning StrategyNow, just because I'm not going to charge the DNC and the DSCC and whoever else a $50,000 consulting fee for this bit of political advice, do not for a moment think that it isn't worth any more than you've paid for it. Continue reading →
- Steyn, Steyn, Naught Can Sop Your WhineLiterary agencies employ armies of fact-checkers for their limited distribution ad pamphlets. And publishing is rife with fact-checking and high journalistic standards of truthiness and sechlike. Seriously, dude. Have you ever actually WORKED in publishing? Continue reading →
- Russian TV on the Radioif you SEE anyone engaged in unlawful propaganda, report them to your nearest U.S. Marshal. Continue reading →
- Don’t Think of an ElephantWhen Upton Sinclair wrote that seminal muckraking novel The Jungle, published in 1906, he later reflected on its national impact thusly: "I aimed at the public's heart, and by accident I hit it in the stomach." Continue reading →
- What’s on the ol’ Etch-a-Sketch today?it's visual Continue reading →
- USDA Prime TimeYou might notice that it only took fourteen years (1891 to 1905) for the stench from Interior to become so foul that the forest lands they originally managed were explicitly withdrawn and transferred to the Forest Service. Continue reading →
- Now It’s Official: The War Criminals Bush, Cheney, Rumsfeld et alWe Americans have never met a problem so big that we couldn't all agree that it wasn't actually there, and, therefore, nothing needs be done, nor talkin' about that bothersome ... thing. WHAT thing? My point. Continue reading →
- A Special Mothers’ Day PostRupert Murdoch's scofulous New York Post has launched another dusty "Golden Oldies" smear campaign* against the President. we can judge the terrific intellectual firepower and yet the sweet stink of desperation in Murdoch's media catamites: Continue reading →
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Jabberwocky
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe."Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood a while in thought.And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!One, two! One, two!
And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back."And, hast though slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
Oh frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
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