How to Marry a Millionaire (1953). Formulaic fluff, but fun to watch.
The Trouble with Harry (1955), a farce by Hitchcock, disappointingly thin. Shirley MacLaine’s first film.
How to Marry a Millionaire (1953). Formulaic fluff, but fun to watch.
The Trouble with Harry (1955), a farce by Hitchcock, disappointingly thin. Shirley MacLaine’s first film.
Alan K. Henderson sells shirts and a bumpersticker with the slogan
McCain/Feingold ’04
SILENCE THE VOTE!
Kevin of The Smallest Minority shows off a pair of t-shirts: pink Kalashnikitty, blue Kalashnikitty
The Violence of Conservatism by Jeffrey A. Tucker
So there we have it. The magic of the marketplace, delivering via your computer screen straight to your doorstep, for only a buck, hundreds of pages of the most violent rhetoric put between covers since Progress Publishers collected Stalin’s speeches.
This is conservatism. There’s no use in denying it. The war party and American conservatism are interchangeable and inseparable.
I am moderator of two lists which received a spam entitled: Nid the chiipaast mads on wab? We gut it! — evidently from a dialect which has lost most of its mid vowels!
Visited stepbrother last night, and we watched Abre los Ojos (Open your Eyes) (1997). The surprise ending concerns a concept on which I have spent hours happily musing; I had no idea that the concept had gone so mainstream.
A job listing on Craigslist has a curious title: Weekend Domestic Violence Advocates