Carrie Prejean says the Bible does not forbid breast implants. But don't they qualify as false idols? After all, coming in pairs, they are an affront to monotheism. Have you heard about Sarah Palin's treatise on her values system? It's called "Gouging Roe."
Did you hear about Sarah Palin's writing process? She loves going Roget just to prove that humans can coexist with dinosaurs.
Once we empowered jihadists to fight communism. Now we've gone into debt to a communist country to combat jihadism. Boogie Boarding is like the real estate business. Catching the right wave is all about "Location, location, location."
Boogie Boarding like playing the stock market. Don't chase the waves. If you go where a wave has broken, you won't catch another there. Stay put, be ready, and seize the one that comes for you.
Torture is like oral sex. It makes men babble whatever they think you want to hear.
When are Greeks like sperm? When they are repelled by Trojans, Honk! (Take a horse to get through that . . .)
All my "X's" fled Texas and left me just with tea.
I gave her my heart, with all that entails; all I got were her liberal-activist bulk emails. Nuclear weapons are like cigarettes. Kids want them so they can feel grown up; adults want to keep them while preventing kids from having them.
Writing is like sculpting, except first you have to write the block of marble into existence before you can begin taking away what doesn't belong.
Overheard at the convention of Catholic basketball coaches: "Better a Christian Laettner than a Christian Never-ner!"
So a new autoparts store has come from the heartland to compete with our "Advance" i.e. "Progressive."
Do they ever expect liberals to shop there? I hear O'Reilly fuses don't fit in the usual sockets because they are too SHORT. Honk! And their radiator fluid needs to be changed more frequently because of the SETTLEMENT! And you have to be extra careful not to overinflate your tires so they don't BLOVIATE. And they don't believe in lithium. Those fruity, psychiatrist-prescribed batteries have nothing on good ol' lead acid discipline.
Just danger and damage are what bomb specialists experience in The Hurt Locker. It's like video production in the sense that you go somewhere with a certain amount of equipment packed into a van, you don't know what you are going to face, and the job might turn out to be a lot crazier than you thought. And when it's over, normal life seems relatively pointless. Of course, in war, the danger, adrenaline rush, need to release anxiety later, and disassociation from normal American life are a million times greater.
While Svetx disliked the use of slow-mo in one shot at the end, I welcomed the movie's tendency toward understatement in several respects. Like Full Metal Jacket, it kept a detached distance from characters and concentrated on circumstances instead of emotions. Like a good European movie, it did not try to tell the audience what to think. Each scene did not lead to the next in the literal sense of Hollywood flicks where it's too clear what is going to happen. Instead we get what I think are very realistic portrayals of aspects of a soldier's life: giddy optimism in approaching a new bomb to be diffused; raw acknowledgment that in the next instant, he could be toast; and the rough carousing later in the barracks. (I've never been in a war nor even in the military, so you could question my judgment on this.) In the end, what each soldier has is a personal experience. He goes over there, survives or dies, and comes home. There is neither victory parade nor shameful defeat.
Next time some politician starts saying we need to go to war in another country, the real question is, do we want to engage in a counterinsurgency lasting many years and leading to the establishment of a government that is what its own people make it, not what we dream of for them, and likely not worth our money and lives?
So a new autoparts store has come from the heartland to compete with our "Advance" i.e. "Progressive."
