T-Mac: #Komenfail
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To my ,
You are the of my . I want to with you more than any in the whole .
The first time we , I felt in my , and I was so that I could barely . I knew that we would together for .
Whenever you , it makes me and like .
I will with you until the s and the s.
Valentine's Day!
Love, your
Huffington Post - A. Terkel/R. Grim begins report with:
WASHINGTON -- At a private three-day retreat in California last weekend, conservative billionaires Charles and David Koch and about 250 to 300 other individuals pledged approximately $100 million to defeat President Obama in the 2012 elections.
and report includes:
The source told The Huffington Post that they lamented the direction the conference has taken over the years. They said it used to be about "conservative strategy" and building a movement, but now it was mostly an "alpha male" spectacle focused on fundraising to beat Obama.
This is downright frightening.
If I could offer advice to a young rebel, it would be to rummage the past for a body of thought that helps you understand and address the shortcomings you see. Give yourself a label.
Effective rebellion isn’t just expressing your personal feelings. It means replacing one set of authorities and institutions with a better set of authorities and institutions. Authorities and institutions don’t repress the passions of the heart, the way some young people now suppose. They give them focus and a means to turn passion into change.
As if the socio-political change is a matter of removing one set and plugging in the other set.
In the end, all Brooks once wants to do is point to the kids of today and say "aren't they being silly."
What Brooks wants to avoid is the messiness that comes from delving into the change where the outcome is not known before one set out ahead of time. It wraps this up by saying those who see it in a different way are merely motivated by personal feelings, which is about as asinine as it gets.
As they say, you read, you decide. Preview:
They'll still turn down Planned Parenthood again next time because of the supposed pass-through grant. Unless of course, Nancy Brinker was lying last night. So which is it?
“This represents nothing new. We have known and have reported that they are continuing five grants through 2012. This is a reference to that. The second clause about eligibility is certainly true. Any group can apply for anything. It does not mean they are going to get anything,” Ruse told LifeNews.
Geez, is the 'surrender' a trojan horse? Or in fact, not even a surrender, since ongoing current funding was not being stopped. According to this, it's all about the future funding processes, which is still not committed. Hmmm.
Once again, as ever, this bill (as many legislative actions) provides only the facade that our Nation's leaders are legislating what the country needs and holding themselves to the same standards as their constituents.
In truth, the proposed legislation does not provide the same oversight and consequences for Congressional insider trading malfeasance, as the rest of our nation's citizens are subject to under current insider trading laws.
We need to stand up and speak out that this is not good enough! Please, blog - send emails - call - communicate the facts to the WH, media and your own local governmental body, asking them to pass a resolution to be forwarded to your state's congressional members as well as the WH. Don't attack either party as all are culpable. A bi-partisan coalition none should support.
Well it took longer than I thought, but just a day longer. KOMEN has reversed course.
We want to apologize to the American public for recent decisions that cast doubt upon our commitment to our mission of saving women’s lives.
Nancy Komen Brinker goes on to deny what happened and continues to say they were misunderstood, but the backlash has been enormous, and they have reversed course and apologize.
The thing is, I think this will continue to hurt them, as they've been found out, they support policies that that hurt women.
Yep, sorry Nancy, your days in the spotlight are probably over.
I will update this with some video soon.
I'll give you $99.99 to keep Joe the Banker far far away from me.
My valentine, with edits for grammar and a little disappointment at where "Daniel Craig" ended up in the scenario...
To my lovely day,
You are the Daniel Craig of my table. I want to kiss you more than any tuxedo in the whole of Paris.
The first time we swooned, I felt scrumptous in my lips, and I was so trepidatious that I could barely step. I knew that we would lay together for month.
Whenever you talk, it makes me sing slowly and skip like a handsome man.
I will ask with you forcefully until the kitchen licks and the lake dances.
Super Valentine's Day!
Love, your special friend
That's almost poetic
To my sweet sailor,
You are the ceiling of my cracker jacks. I want to suspect with you more than any Staten Island Ferry in the whole lemur.
The first time we escaped, I felt tasty in my clavicle, and I was so anticipation that I could barely shower. I knew that we would tantalize together for fiscal quarter.
Whenever you thumb wrestle, it makes me nuzzle willy-nilly and pounce like a dirty light pole.
I will sway with you voraciously until the pillow leapfrogs and the champagne gallivants.
Sweaty Valentine's Day!
Love, your en fuego spotlight
Ahem, for the record willy-nilly is an adverb and not a noun. :o)
On behalf of a friend:
To my fluffy Nyquil,
You are the phillips head of my haircut. I want to eat with you more than any laundry in the whole ass.
The first time we drank, I felt disgusting in my patella, and I was so disgruntled that I could barely type. I knew that we would burp together for an hour.
Whenever you trail, it makes me relish wonderfully and enunciate like a sparse third base.
I will scratch with you shockingly until the monument disperses and the Q-tip ruins.
Greasy Valentine's Day!
Love, your flowing pashmina
To my karate-ish Mentos,
You are the June of my orphan. I want to burn with you more than any koala in the whole saliva.
The first time we hip-hopped, I felt squeaky in my spleen, and I was so iffy that I could barely conquer. I knew that we would Tsongased together for mule.
Whenever you bowl, it makes me itch robotly and fall like a stingy armadillo.
I will laugh with you gayly until the feminists loves and the love loves.
Womanly Valentine's Day!
Love, your manly fart
Bonus points for verbifying Tsongas.
Bonus points for remembering Tsongas.
Fixing the spaces as always:
Your valentine...
To my heartfelt heart,
You are the box of chocolates of my "it's not you; it's me". I want to throb with you more than any manhood in the whole womanhood.
The first time we smooched, I felt beckoning in my mons veneris, and I was so ennui that I could barely just be friends. I knew that we would get to third base together for first quarter.
Whenever you ritually deflower, it makes me penetrate throbbingly and call the next day like a ruby-red family jewels.
I will recalibrate with you excitedly until the penis symbol exchanges and the bodily fluids expose.
Lackluster Valentine's Day!
Love, your florid affection
Okay, this wins.
To my astral rock,
You are the scissors of my paper. I want to drink with you more than any holding cell in the whole desert island.
The first time we propositioned, I felt reprehensible in my gizzard, and I was so in awe that I could barely run. I knew that we would walk together for endless moments.
Whenever you crawl, it makes me adulate swimmingly and ululate like a red dark star.
I will imbibe with you blackly until the town ascends and the speedo squeezes.
Faithful Valentine's Day!
Love, your adorable sugar lumps
To my graceful peach,
You are the river of my bell.
I want to find with you more than any other branch in the whole house.
The first time we began, I felt cool in my hand, and I was so longing that I could barely flow. I knew that we would dream together for one hour.
Whenever you pour, it makes me melt smoothly and find like an ethereal door.
I will open with you tenderly until the cloud whispers and the jellyfish thanks.
Adorable Valentine's Day!
Love, your lovely beetle
My valentine:
To my sweet credit card,
You are the notebook of my skyscraper. I want to walk with you more than any kleenex in the whole whipped cream.
The first time we struggled, I felt bootylicious in my fingernail, and I was so dazed that I could barely gobble. I knew that we would rap together for a month.
Whenever you snore, it makes me heal patiently and believe like a muscular harmonica.
I will fire with you conspicuously until the Ben Bernanke masturbates and the central air conditioner whips.
Black Valentine's Day!
Love, your slimy TV dinner
I have some questions about this machine Genghis. q
"To my cowardly Genghis,
You are the Cheney of my Dijamo. I want to fight with you more than any Donal in the whole Heffalump.
The first time we doggied, I felt courageously in my doggie bits, and I was so flambeed that I could barely fart. I knew that we would f*ck together for an endless summer.
Whenever you fondle, it makes me savage back-break and bite unbelievably fucking hard like old misery guts Mighty Quinn.
I will bite hard with you arching until the Great One bites and the Orlando fools around.
Not so bellowing Valentine's Day!
Love, your asshattish little black propagandizing bastard."
I have some questions about your psychological condition, old misery guts. g.
I'd never kill anyone. I'm a pacifist. I'd just be passive-aggressively annoying until you wanted to off yourself.
Amen
Just exactly what are you "amen"-ing? Consider your answer carefully. I'm making a list.
What, are you into being meta-annoying now?
My tool box is vast.
Ah, summer! I haven't been flambeed like that since.
LOL