Went up the Kanc a few years ago on the absolute peak day for leaves. It was incredible. If you get the chance, go there.
So if we just make Internet porn unavailable, teenagers will stop thiking about sex? And acting on those thoughts? How dumb do they think we are?
What do you think the possibilities are that W will refuse to leave office when is time is up?
Thank you, Serge. I know most of these folks understand what I meant. I just didn't want to come off as if I were one of those who think the country was perfect. It never was. But you said it better than I did.
"I want the America I learned about in school back!!!"
Never said it was perfect, because it wasn't. Lots of stuff sucked rocks.
But it was better than it is now.
Can someone tell me what powers totalitarian leaders had that Bush doesn't claim?
Does anyone want to bet that this was at least part of the reason they started to collect this data? They don't seem to actually care about terrorism and terrorists except as figleaves to cover what they actually want to do.
I want the America I learned about in school back!!!
Genesis: Cal Schenkel(art) Douglas Adams*** text
First generation on my mother's side. Dad's ancestors came over on the Spittoon, in about 1840 or so.
Peel five or six (or seven if they're small) quite ripe tomatoes and about the same number of cucumbers. Cut them into bite-sized chunks. Take a package of Good Seasons Italian Dressing Mix. Forget their directions. Put the mix into a jar with 1/2 cup of water, 1/2 cup of really, really good red wine vinegar, a teaspoon of salt and a teaspoon of sugar, and about three or four tablespoons of salad oil. Don't use your good extra-virgin oil for this, just use vegetable oil. Mix well, then pour about all of this over the tomatoes and cucumbers about an hour before you want to eat it. The vinegar will make juice come out of the tomatoes and blend into the dressing. Serves fewer folks than you'd think, because in my experience everyone will eat seconds, and even thirds. There seems to be a substantial minority who will drink the dressing with a spoon after they eat the salad.
About 3000, after a series of purges when I married two years ago & we had to move. Guess it was over 6000 then.
Last Bought:
Managing Geeks, by Paul Glen.
Last Read:
The Great Mysteries - Andrew Greeley
Five that mean a lot to me:
The Dispossessed - Ursula LeGuin
Heinlein's stuff, and Atlas Shrugged (no, I'm very definitely not a libertarian of any flavor).
So, according to the Schindlers, their wishes as parents supercede the wishes of Terri, whatever they might be? Do they overrule the wishes of their other adult children in this way?
They still make guitars in Kalamazoo. That's where Heritage is. Comparable quality to Gibson, not as much money. Good deal.
Teresa, routinely you post things here that amuse me, or interest me, or even disgust or upset me, and these are all very good things to have happen. But every once in a while, you post something that makes me re-examine what I believe and what I think, and that is a great thing. Thank you for that.
"Are there lots of non-Mormons in relationships consisting of >2 adults? Depends on your definition of “lots”, but I’d say yes, there are a significant number of households consisting of >2 in a romantic/sexual grouping."
Works for me, as long as the parties are in voluntary consent (and are of age to give such consent meaningfully).
That's not what's happening at Short Creek.
It's slavery, all right. For the boys as well as the girls. Is none of this illegal? Are there no authorities doing anything about this?
It was serious. Thanks for the reply.
"except for the oil, gas, and mineral businesses".
What else do they have?
Teresa, post a disemvowelled comment on their thread and see what happens. As an experiment.
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