
The real reason Summers always seemed so much better in the past?
Beer goggles.

The real reason Summers always seemed so much better in the past?
Beer goggles.

My first FAIL macro. Vote early, vote often!
From the editorial at : ibdeditorials.com/IBDArticles.aspx [ibdeditorials.com/IBDArticles.aspx]
Professor Hawking was, of course, born in the UK and has lived here his entire life. Without, as far as we know, being forcibly euthanised by the government for being 'worthless' even once.
Seriously, would you take investment advice from these people?!
But on what? Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be drunk.
And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace or the green grass of a ditch, in the mournful solitude of your room, you wake again, drunkenness already diminishing or gone, ask the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock, everything that is flying, everything that is groaning, everything that is rolling, everything that is singing, everything that is speaking. . .ask what time it is and wind, wave, star, bird, clock will answer you: "It is time to be drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of time, be drunk, be continually drunk! On wine, on poetry or on virtue as you wish.
— Charles Baudelaire

2. Execration: To most people, the use of such religious swear words is now regarded as tame and has no real place in execration. When you really want to express yourself in a curse, obscure Christian euphemisms no longer cut the mustard. However direct curses are rarely offensive in the words they employ, since they whole point is to wish ill on someone rather than deliver a spirited insult.
Take for example the Chinese curse; "may you come to the attention of the authorities!" It may sound a little lame at first blush, but that's probably because a certain amount of bile has been lost in translation. I'm told by US tax offenders that "May you come to the attention of the IRS!" is about as mean as a curse can get. Even so, it doesn't have the poetic grit of my favorite Arab curse "May wild asses defile the grave of your grandmother!" and neither does it have the surreal spitefulness of my favorite Liverpool curse "May the hairs on your arse turn to hammers and beat your balls to death!"

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It cannot be had to understate that Rx2008 is made inclusive of both winning and god.



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This morning, between two branches of a tree
Beside the door, epeira once again
Has spun and signed his tapestry and trap.
I test his early-warning system and
It works, he scrambles forth in sable with
The yellow hieroglyph that no one knows
The meaning of. And I remember now
How yesterday at dusk the nighthawks came
Back as they do about this time each year,
Grey squadrons with the slashes white on wings
Cruising for bugs beneath the bellied cloud.
Now soon the monarchs will be drifting south,
And then the geese will go, and then one day
The little garden birds will not be here.
See how many leaves already have
Withered and turned; a few have fallen, too.
Change is continuous on the seamless web,
Yet moments come like this one, when you feel
Upon your heart a signal to attend
The definite announcement of an end
Where one thing ceases and another starts;
When like the spider waiting on the web
You know the intricate dependencies
Spreading in secret through the fabric vast
Of heaven and earth, sending their messages
Ciphered in chemistry to all the kinds,
The whisper down the bloodstream: it is time.