Sure, compelling and sensical given that two-thirds of this marble and two-thirds of us is water.
Though, how’s about this:
“Populations of top predators, a key indicator of ecosystem health, are disappearing at a frightening rate, and 90 percent of the large fish that many of us love to eat, such as tuna, swordfish, marlin, cod, halibut, skate, and flounder - have been fished out since large scale industrial fishing began in the 1950s.”
Seems like the real “top predators” are us. How about keep it clean — AND out of your mouth.
Speaking of parties, despite being retired from the circus, I registered. I mean, if you want to retain all your Supercilious Merit Badges, you have to be registered.
And so, the oval that’s been #2ed in since 1996, is no longer. I know. And I KNOW.
Well friends, if you’re going to spend all your time trying to out-swagger, out-Carhartt, out-church, and out-pander to the crazies, I cannot. I don’t have enough poster board to play what you’ve become. And this from someone who spent 10 years at San Francisco polls hearing, “You want a WHAT kind of ballot?”
And being as its Oregon, the decision means:
By state law, you may only vote in the primary for the party for which you have registered.
So could I have picked so I could primary? Yes, but gaming the system is not as important as the fact that I don’t feel represented by any Major League team. So there it is: off the grid, unaffiliated, N/A, “Other”.
But good on ya, OR. That crazy mail-in only thing seems to be working.
I’m so retired from politics, that I don’t remember what the cause of the Santorum tittering is, and I can’t be bothered to Google.
Four years ago, I ate/slept/inhaled (Ooh! Clinton joke! I do have SOME scandale memoriam) politics. In 2008, I covered both conventions. In 2012, I have to be honest, I may not even vote. I KNOW. But I will be otherwise indisposed in November, and eh. It’s not even a circus of wits anymore, it’s cavalcade of extremist posturing and label jockeying and ego gaming.
I have gathered the Santorum whatnots is…adult in nature, and I did cringe when the AP radio news report chose the verb “tops” when reporting his position over Romney because I’m betting that’s hamfisted. I suppose I will ultimately check in, because I do care about the outcome — it’s the journey to get there that has left my radar completely.
Plus, it’s almost more fun only gathering the scraps of information you can’t avoid.
It’s curation by inobservation.
It’s a sad day when the world loses a fearless, intellectual contrarian.
I had no business being in his presence precisely once. I was terrified, prepared for a skewering, and received none. Instead, he respectfully allowed me to sit a few chairs down, and gave me a very cordial handshake afterward.
Suddenly a moment of silence, just means that no one could fill it as well as he could.
Between finally finishing the narratively-abusive-yet-disturbingly-prescient Super Sad True Love Story, with its occupation of New York City parks by displaced and disgruntled “Low Net Worth Individuals,” combined with the full-tilt inanity of what is already a circus politicus, this election 2012, I am exercising the only clear and wise option.
Vote President Dwayne Elizondo Mountain Dew Herbert Camacho.
Also, electrolytes.
“I want you to know that also I will not make age an issue of this campaign. I am not going to exploit, for political purposes, my opponent’s youth and inexperience.”
Reagan/Barrymore ‘12.
Seventeen years ago. The Dress Heard ‘Round the World was 17 years ago.
The President was found not guilty and he retained his office.
Monica, apparently, is desperately trying to live down her past.
I own the Starr Report and Monica’s Story, I saw the HBO special where she started crying when she found out her mom was in the audience, I was taking a class on the Rhetoric of Presidential Scandals when the impeachment hearings were happening.
At the time I had passionate theories on the definition of “is.”
Almost two decades later, my theories are more tango-based. That is to say, it takes two.
Yes, the Lonely Monica story is Daily Mail as told by National Enquirer and spurious, but it’s not out of the realm of probability. The reverse certainly hasn’t been proven. Her life was pretty much ruined 17 years ago. Sure, decisions/personal responsibility, etc.
Both parties made them, but the aftermath has been entirely unequal.
Whether the inequity is a function of power, gender, society’s perception of sexuality and which gender is allowed to express it without reprisal, it’s probably a bunch of D) All of the above.
It seems like old news, but it certainly doesn’t argue against the supremacy of money, malehood, nor might when it comes to weathering a scandal. If you ain’t got at least one of those choices, well… And still? Very much, still.
Though nice work on that vegan thing.
Open your brown bag and take a peek at school lunches the world over. That photo up there is a UK school dinner. Vegetarian, jacket potato, veggies/fruit…not dreadful. Not quite the best though. Slovakia’s offerings, with the tomatoes and whole fruits might win that. In fact, there are quite a few in the story that make the sad, wait — sad gross tatertot Frito brown fried nacho — of the US offerings, pale.
Seriously. Three carrot chips in one? It’s pretty embarrassing.
I have been hollering about this for years. Want seconds of this delicious outrage? Take a trip back, “Italian Dunkers” style.
Though of course, lest we forget, McDonald’s is just wholesome vittles.
