In Vietnam the CIA dressed as Viet Cong and in their
uniform performed atrocities on Catholics and Buddhists.
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(the read more

In Vietnam the CIA dressed as Viet Cong and in their
uniform performed atrocities on Catholics and Buddhists.
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(the same thing is being done to the Shiites and Sunnis
by mosque bombers.. with the US military or Sharon
operatives tagged as Sunnis for Shiites and Shiites for
Sunnis).

Everybody says it, and what everybody says must be true.

Everybody says it, and what everybody says must be true.

There is so much good in the worst of us, and so much bad in the best of us, that read more

There is so much good in the worst of us, and so much bad in the best of us, that it hardly becomes any one of us to talk about the rest of us.

Old maids sweeten their tea with scandal.

Old maids sweeten their tea with scandal.

Assail'd by scandal and the tongue of strife,
His only answer was a blameless life;
And he read more

Assail'd by scandal and the tongue of strife,
His only answer was a blameless life;
And he that forged, and he that threw the dart,
Had each a brother's interest in his heart.

The objection of the scandalmonger is not that she tells of racy doings, but that she pretends to be indignant read more

The objection of the scandalmonger is not that she tells of racy doings, but that she pretends to be indignant about them.

She was, for all her lifelong love affair with motion pictures, a reporter first. She would skewer her best friend read more

She was, for all her lifelong love affair with motion pictures, a reporter first. She would skewer her best friend on the greasy spit of scandal if circumstances warranted it.

The mightier man, the mightier is the thing
That makes him honored or begets him hate;
For read more

The mightier man, the mightier is the thing
That makes him honored or begets him hate;
For greatest scandal waits on greatest state.

Her mouth is a honey-blossom, No doubt, as the poet sings; But within her lips, the petals, Lurks read more

Her mouth is a honey-blossom, No doubt, as the poet sings; But within her lips, the petals, Lurks a cruel bee that stings.