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Diana, honey, I know it's none of my business, and I know you wrote that hubby didn't want kids, but it seems to me that the best thing you could do now is replenish that good old American Sense of Life in your own way. You could still keep up your little hobbies.

There was an old thinker, yet boyish.. One night he forgot he was goyische.... There once an OL scribbler named Selene, whose love of politics and kink is quite keen. A cold November day Mitt took it in the pooch, after Obama convinced us 'tis better to mooch, and now Adam can barely afford his Vaseline. lolol PDS dear friend, as a poet you face challenges, stick to your day job is my advice, Sincerely, One Who Cares rolling on the floor however

There was an old thinker, yet boyish.. One night he forgot he was goyische....

You have either over or underestimated we "OL guys". Heh, very subtle. If I overestimate it is because, as every estimation is contextual, and the O-world online contains comparatively few of us female-type people, I periodically notice the tenor of various websites. And in this context, the men of OL appear to me chivalrous, as the men of Solo appear ,to use a technical term, misogynist pigs.

Did they say so? They were right. The dollar sign is not in the book, nor is one of the major characters.

lols. This is only an iceberg tip about Robdoug, but truly, I wish he had not been unseated this way. Not for this. Sure, he was breathtakingly, knowingly, in conflict of interest. (When it was pointed out to him, early on when he could easily have got out of this, he tried to get the integrity commissioner fired). But the populist Homer Simpson issue and appeal on which that miserable $3000 hangs make me wish it had never been pursued, I would put up with him for two more years for the chance to get rid of him forever. He maintained his own exceptional personal right to be in conflict of interest, right up to this point.

Thanks again --OL guys would probably die rather than admit it but you are incorrigibly chivalrous..always let the lady finish speaking For those who want to go Jeopardy please guess, no time penalties.

Synechdoche yess! I don't kn ow if it is the right one but it is the one I was thinking of? Anyway it sounds like something jts would do. Thanks for not revealing the name of the hack, I have more clues I would like to give. How did you cheat, was this goggleable? Jeez, is there no way a person can be pretentious in this world anymore? Arrr-Goos, Carol recently Robless

O Adam! Thank you so much. I know what you mean by the mouthy lady. I try not to watch the singers, as I know the music only from records, and cannot think of people having to do physical things to produce this glory. The version that lives in me, is the old Beecham recording that travelled with me since I was 20, increasingly scratched and battered and looking for old players to be played on, but still playable in 2007. Still with me.

I was trying to remember the name of the exact type of metaphor used on another thread, basically, "a nation as a single individual" - (in this case a hopeless drunk who is hitting bottom)e, but I could not remember the Greek name and it would feel like cheating to try and google it and I probably could not have found it anyway. But it did tangent me off to a passage about metaphor in a novel I recently re-read which I enjoyed , here it is: "People are not ships, chessmen, flowers, racehorses, oil paintings, bottles of champagne, excrement, musical instruments or anything else but people. Metaphors are all right to give you an idea." First clue: This comes from the author's second novel written in the 1930s whichwas a bestseller. Later it was made into a movie which bore almost no resemblance to it.

Good --Galt! Nor me. It was the Handel part from Messiah , I was listening to. I did not even know there was this hymn, it is not in the Anglican hymnbook. Please post a clip of the original for me, dear Adam if you would, you know there are some skills I am just not able to learn. It is a duet and there are lots of Deaths Where is thy Stings on the net.

Sorry, standing my ground here. I admit it is one of our Jerry's better arguments, but that is not saying much. The "you gotta hit bottom to see the light" meme is powerful, sure, but it is a meme not an argument. It is a support to whatever argument you are making, basic essay/debate structure. If you can get your opponent, or reader, or jury to think about it and not about the A is A facts you are arguing about, you can carry away your opposition and win your case like Phryne and Roark.

lang singing Cline ("I Fall to Pieces" especially) is something to hear also.

Ah, so you know that women of the Commonwealth sing love the best., Take that, California girls. When Boydstun is right, he's right.

That you started this thread, Brant, with Wesley's haunting hymn - instinctively with music - has so made me remember. Bereavement echoes, I will only speak of my mother's funeral, she died so unexpectedly that I could do nothing but focus on choosing the hymns and composing the eulogy. And after the funeral I could do literally nothing, but listen to Handel and plan my own funeral, because I knew, absolutely, that I had to get it done because there was no reason I should not just drop dead too at any minute, and I still know that. I could do nothing but this, trying to decide at what point to have "O Grave Where is thy Victory" played in the service, for two days. And this interesting interval ended in a DUI which I well deserved.

Imo the referendum was not on the long conservative fascination with Ayn Rand - those conservatives who have been fascinated for decades by Rand's advocacy of unregulated capitalism will stay fascinated by her ideas, I think. The result of the election has merely disproved their belief that using Rand's radical ideas in a political campaign would convince the majority of voters. X-actly. If Burns had said "Republicans" rather than conservatives she might have been more on the mark. You have hit the crucial point, that Rand was a radical and radicals of any stripe will never attract a majority of American voters.

Jerry: This post of yours is correct. Excellent argument and it looks like this will have to be the path. A... Come on, Adam!. You, a teacher of rhetoric, call this an "excellent argument". It is neither excellent nor argument. It might be part of an argument from analogy, the most untrustworthy type of argument you can bring. It's just a metaphor, a common trite one, routinely hauled out to shore up a bias.

Howcome you all are doing this a month late? Don't you know this is Grey Cup weekend? I share the sentiments of gratitude for OL, but sometimes you can be a bunch of turkeys.

How about reductio ad Torquemadum instead? Falwell wasn't nearly successful enough to merit the honor. Or reduction ad Ayatollum, since that's more recent. Per ardua ad absurdam. Reductio ad lib.

What's with the egregious anti-Scottish slurs? St Andrew of course preferred a straight, normal cross but he has been bashed and slandered by envious mainstream martyr media for millennia.

I suspect that you receive some form of disability pension from the government. or have been touched by it in some other form. What has it turned you into?

Missed the day, but make the toast to MEM, whose every post is wow,, the most! Carol whose laptop is toast

Congratulations to PDS on your stunningly accurate twofold prediction. I wonder how you voted on the bridge referendum, which I was pleased to see. The owner of the Windsor-Bridge-is-falling-down spent about $40 million to try and keep his monopoly on the crossborder traffic, but Michign voters in the words of one, "failed to be bought". Well done sirs and mesdames. Afterthoughts from the outerverse: 1. Romney showed more and more class and grace as the campaign wound down, and nothing in his political life "became him like the leaving of it." I think he would have made a good president, and might have won but for the overweening influence of his own too-visible colleagues and supporters. Case in point, Akin and Trump. A religious fanatic, and a rich bully who mistakenly believes himself to be admired and popular, are the two highest profile faces of "Republicanism" around the world now. With friends likes those... 2. The reframing of the story, as I see it, cannot just be in reshaping capitalism vs socialism, individualism vs collectivism yet again. It has all been said. Instead the story must accommodate to the citizenry, who as one commentator put it, either see themselves as customers of a government which should be run like a business, or...they don't. They see themselves as individual US citizens, and the politicians who succeed will show them a nation that reflects their needs, aspirations, and yes, beliefs---good luck, Sisyphus! Library again. More later.

Sure, but the fact that Brook's career hasn't been hampered by his impediment, and that his audience and society as a whole overlook it, is probably just proof that we live in a world of altruists who, as children, were probably repeately exposed and numbed to the horrors of the existence of disabled people and taught to believe that they are normal and should be allowed to come out in public and have careers. The members of Brook's audience were maybe even dragged down to the level of being forced to ride "kneeling buses," so they probably also believe that every cripple shouldn't have his potential career hampered by others' judgments of their defects. I don't know about that. Have you read her views on the handicapped? Also, I think there's a good chance that she would have taken a person's high intelligence as a reason to condemn him for a speech impediment. After all, someone of high intelligence should be able to use his intelligence to properly pronounce a single letter in the alphabet, no? J Given that she never felt it necessary to align her Russian consonants with standard English pronunciation in her own speaking career (and sometimes made jokes about her accent), I can't believe she would be so hypocritcal as to expect others to adjust their speech.

I am writing this from, the library, as my unspeakable fooled-me-twice lemon of a laptop chose today to go on permanent strike, and as with a dying donkey no beatings or cajolings will revive it. So I will have to miss the Election Party and I suppose WSS will never speak to me again. I won't get to jump out of the cake he has been baking specially, clad in my full regalia of raincoat and new tinfoil bonnet. My regrets are sincere and I hope to creep back into the postmortems or salutes to the new dawn, depending on the vote, asap. In my present mood I will predict a tie, with wailings and gnashings of teeth and dreadful frustration, but no riots. Gloomily Carol