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Really? I am not joking here, I can't do multiquote either tho I seldom need it, if you are being serious Brant. you hearten me a lot.I use my computer as a typewriter basically, but I have been able to communicate on OL. I know I should learn to do more but there are always so many things to do and so many people to harass and terrorize..

Futher to the last Tony, surely you must love "I sing of Olaf, glad and big Whose warmest heart recoiled at war A conscientious objector "Whose wellbeloved Colonel Trig... I have forgotten the rest, except that Olaf "did almost ceaselessly repeat, There is some shit I will not eat." The last lines I do remember. "I sing of Olaf, Jesus, too. Preponderatingly because Unless statistics lie, he was More brave than me, more blond than you." I used to know the whole poem, and you know me, I will not take the time to look it up again. But I do remember the last lines. What a fine, fine poet was cummings.

Tony I am just a compulsive reader, I have suffered from "eye hunger " all my life and literally never have been able to be comfortable in any circumstance, where reading material is not to hand. Sassoon, andOwen and Brooke were so brave and realistic and beautiful. And McCrae of course, the Lost Generation who gave themselves so entirely, that there could be another generation of their kith and kin behind them.

Thank'ee and ta, guv: Accepted on behalf of my fellow awardees who got stuck in the parking lot ('cos I went and locked 'em in the car, di'n I?) Now, I 'd like to recite this in memoriam for a distant relative - a Tommy who did not return: Good morning, good morning! the General said As we met him last week on our way to the line. Now the soldiers he smiled at Are most of 'em dead, And we're cursing his Staff for incompetent swine; "He's a cheery old card", muttered Harry to Jack, As they slogged up to Arras with rifle and pack. (But he did for them both with his Plan of Attack.) [siegfried Sassoon] Laughed. Out. Loud. At the image of PDS and Adam rationally debating how best to get out of a locked car. Nearly wrote a screenplay. Nearly cried at Sassoon, who died so poignantly at Armistice. Sergeant, dear sergeant.. someday I'm going to murder the man who wakes the bugler up. But he can sleep in peace, here in a safe place, for now.

Yep...you should, but ... He was Ohio's Boss Tweed. Marcus Alonzo "Mark" Hanna (September 24, 1837 – February 15, 1904) was a Republican United States Senator from Ohio and the friend and political manager of President William McKinley. Hanna had made millions as a businessman, and used his money and business skills to successfully manage McKinley's presidential campaigns in 1896 and 1900. Hanna was born in New Lisbon (today Lisbon), Ohio, in 1837. His family moved to the growing city of Cleveland in his teenage years, where he attended high school with John D. Rockefeller. He was expelled from college, and entered the family mercantile business. He served briefly during the American Civil War and married Charlotte Rhodes; her father, Daniel Rhodes, took Hanna into his business after the war. Hanna was soon a partner in the firm, which grew to have interests in many areas, especially coal and iron. He was a wealthy man in Cleveland by his 40th birthday, and turned his attention to politics. Despite Hanna's efforts on his behalf, Ohio Senator John Sherman failed to gain the Republican nomination for president in 1884 and 1888. With Sherman becoming too old to be considered a contender, Hanna worked to elect McKinley. In 1895, Hanna left his business career to devote himself full time to McKinley's campaign for president. Hanna paid all expenses to get McKinley the nomination the following year, although the governor was in any event the frontrunner. The Democrats nominated former Nebraska Congressman William Jennings Bryan, who ran on a bimetallism, or "Free Silver", platform. Hanna's fundraising broke records, and once initial public enthusiasm for Bryan and his program subsided, McKinley was comfortably elected. Declining a Cabinet position, Hanna secured appointment as senator from Ohio after Sherman was made Secretary of State; he was re-elected by the Ohio Legislature in 1898 and 1904. After McKinley's assassination in 1901, Senator Hanna worked for the building of a canal in Panama, rather than elsewhere in Central America. He died in 1904, and is remembered for his role in McKinley's election, thanks to savage cartoons by such illustrators as Homer Davenport, who depicted him, inaccurately, as McKinley's political master. http://en.wikipedia....wiki/Mark_Hanna He was a one man PAC [Political Action Committee] Adam As ever, thanks Adam. The PACs are distorting (or maybe) making transparent, the mechanics of who gets elected. Each president now will be somebody's slave and echo, and once elected, they will have to buy their own clothes. Rich people are notoriously stingy on the small scale.

Scherk, you better take that tea tax leg out of your platform, ankle,slat, plank,whatever. You are looking at losing the Tea and Quilting Party support from Land o'Goshen Bay right through to Bras D'Or, and I got that from Nellie who got it from Aunt Dinah herself. Cue Ninth - in your repertoire?

"Foreigner"! Pshaw. Uppity Colonials! (and what's worse, they steal our game.) I never took to golf, but know some who have, PDS. When first I took a look at it, I estimated 275 probable club swings, then another (approx) 122 points of contact with the ball. Leaving the odds of that ONE perfect play at a zillion to one, or something. Blind faith and optimism. Don't let me put you off your stroke, though... :devil: Club swings are what he played hockey for, Tony. Even though he did refer to when his club swung through Edmonton as "going to Guantanamo." Long before 9/11 though!

This whole janet blog thing is incomprehensible to me. I know zero about IT and hacking, and have never seen it discussed here that I remember, the only time I saw it mentioned was a couple times by Janet herself, talking about "hackerboyz" and her boyfriend laughing about something he "did for her". without any joking, this does seem to exhibit actual paranoia, a clinical condition I know a fair bit about.

Thank you, Mr. Speaker. I wish to say to the Honourable Member for Leftcoast Kookiepants that untaxed tea threatens the deepest values of all Canadians, and has been shown to cause chaos, famine and lowered real estate values wherever it has been introduced. I will assume his proposal was made in error and demand that he withdraw it.

Sure, that's right blame Canada. You know your secret wish is to be thrust upon, that is to say into, a large hole with ucky greasy oil at the bottom of it, called Alberta.

Carol, I have heard the cashmere sweater was actually for straining paints for purity before mixing them in liquor bottles. It's a special technique done only by artists in the know. Do we have the same sources? Michael We have been researching the paint-straining story for years, and have hit a dead end with Ms Stuttle's allergist, so maybe we could pool our resources here? My people could meet your people and share info - only they would have to meet somewhere close to here, as my people can barely locate their own feet much less use them to get somewhere. The intern program is not all it's cracked up to be.

Breaking News -- reliable sources report that the Best Metaphor category has been awarded to Objectivist Living's PDS, Selene and WHYnot for their WW1 epic, "Rand through a Nietszche Filter." Insiders are saying that the Great War doesn't get greater than this.

Very nice WWI metaphor!Hmmph - a bit over the top, I thought! Very nice extension on the metaphor Tony! lol Nice? it's genius. It was the Commonwealth troops who covered the bony aristocratic flanks of the British, and the beefy American rumps who finished off the Hun in that war. Take a bow, Tony. BOW, hint, wink.

Vachel Lindsay was another early fave of mine "And then came McKinley, Mark Hanna's McKinley His slave, his echo, his suit of clothes.." I had no clue then that McKinley was a Us president, and I still don't know who Mark Hanna was, but I loved the poem. There was another one about the Salvation Army...maybe they were the same one? I really should look it up.

Peter, thank you. I love Robert Service and memorized a lot of him in early adolescence. I still remember the feeling of the final line "and shot the Prussian soldier dead" of one of his WW1 poems, though I have forgotten its name. It wasn't a great poem, jingoistic, propagandistic, simplistic and all the rest, but it sure did its emotional job.

Very nice WWI metaphor!Hmmph - a bit over the top, I thought! Everyone's a critic all of a sudden. I too want to play nice and am icing the cupcakes, so say sorry to PDS and wash your hands Tony, you know you will have a good time at the party.

I would never have borrowed a cashmere sweater. I get itchy skin and sneezes from contact with cashmere. Ellen Ms Stuttle, although you have retained Mr Valliant in this matter, I will not retract. I stand by my sources who include the ex-boyfriend in question and several severely intoxicated Delta Deltas.

It was Parliament Hill, Mr T, and I will never tell until I get a good book deal.

Studio's "rant" is one of the best observations on the state of GOP politics that I have read. Hypocrisy and betrayal are common coin in politics, of course, but it is frightening to contemplate the characters of those who would bend all their talents to refining those qualities, in order to become President. Is PUS really that great a job?

What about this left handed signature? No higher resolution available. Barack_Obama_signature.svg‎ (SVG file, nominally 182 × 44 pixels, file size: 6 KB) This image rendered as PNG in other sizes: 200px, 500px, 1000px, 2000px. An introvert and logical thinker with a medium sex drive (unusual in a US president)!

Next time, before venturing into the fray, plan your rhyme scheme, lest ye be skewered. 5 minutes in. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uyCEqpMupIc Your advice is 100% right, but I am a chronic second hander and usually let it plan me, and inevitably become a kebab.

Andrew: Lol. It's a political discussion...no apology is warranted. If my skin was that thin, I would be a left winger. Come on Adam, you know us left wingers are no touchier than you heartless greedy Grinders of the Faces of the Poor. Or maybe you were thinking of Alex Frolov.

Uh-oh Peter, graphoanalysis of that signature shows an overconfident optimist who is easily influenced by others and likely to collapse in a crisis.

Let us not forget that the chief officer of the Daunciad has, on other occasions, held up the “creative” writings of the Objectivish to public scorn. Particularly the efforts that have appeared on OO, which she mocks from the safe distance of OL, in a display of critical cowardice that the ghost of Alexander Pope would surely frown upon. As I noted in one of the many Phil threads, sometimes one must learn the Golden Rule by having others do unto you as you have done unto others. On the plus side, it’s probably not the worst poem ever written. Quite right, and I am content with my portion of gander sauce. The worst poem ever written I hope will not be mine, though I could give it the old college try, I still feel the odesters of OO are nearly unbeatable.

Let us not forget that the chief officer of the Daunciad has, on other occasions, held up the “creative” writings of the Objectivish to public scorn. Particularly the efforts that have appeared on OO, which she mocks from the safe distance of OL, in a display of critical cowardice that the ghost of Alexander Pope would surely frown upon. As I noted in one of the many Phil threads, sometimes one must learn the Golden Rule by having others do unto you as you have done unto others. On the plus side, it’s probably not the worst poem ever written.