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They did the little boy turkey named Art... choke
and then served his dead body with artichokes.
They did the little boy turkey named Art... choke
and then served his dead body with artichokes.
If there is justice with no mercy, Ira Flatow
will have to come back countless times as
a lab rat read more
If there is justice with no mercy, Ira Flatow
will have to come back countless times as
a lab rat for all the cruelty he has promoted on NPR.
Wars damage the civilian society as much
as they damage the enemy. Soldiers never get over it.
Wars damage the civilian society as much
as they damage the enemy. Soldiers never get over it.
We like so much to hear people talk of us and of our motives, that we are charmed even when read more
We like so much to hear people talk of us and of our motives, that we are charmed even when they abuse us.
I do not waste my time in answering abuse; I thrive under it like a field that benefits from manure.
I do not waste my time in answering abuse; I thrive under it like a field that benefits from manure.
70 pheasants shot in Rolling Rock
by Dick Cheney who's not in Iraq.
70 pheasants shot in Rolling Rock
by Dick Cheney who's not in Iraq.
When I step out of the role you have written for me
you make me feel like a plagiarist.
from read more
When I step out of the role you have written for me
you make me feel like a plagiarist.
from the play Jake's Women.
The best security against revolution is in constant correction of abuses and the introduction of needed improvements. It is the read more
The best security against revolution is in constant correction of abuses and the introduction of needed improvements. It is the neglect of timely repair that makes rebuilding necessary.
A wounded deer leaps highest,
I've heard the hunter tell;
'Tis but the ecstasy of death,
And then the brake read more
A wounded deer leaps highest,
I've heard the hunter tell;
'Tis but the ecstasy of death,
And then the brake is still.
The smitten rock that gushes,
The trampled steel that springs,,
A cheek is always redder
Just where the hectic stings
Mirth is mail of anguish,
In which its cautious arm
Lest anybody spy the blood
And, you're hurt exclaim.
