The annals of TV anchors saying the wrong thing
Got soy jism?
from the Texas Petrochemical Underarm
Got soy jism?
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"We're horse and buggy. The Jewish community has focused all of its attention in the past on print and print media. We are the people of the book. The Catholics have always beat the Jews."-- Rabbi Mark Golub of Shalom TV about Catholic TV using 3-D on its network"Our position is thoroughly identified with the institution of slavery — the greatest material interest of the world. Its labor supplies the product, which constitutes by far the largest and most important portions of commerce of the earth. These products are peculiar to the climate verging on the tropical regions, and by an imperious law of nature, none but the black race can bear exposure to the tropical sun. These products have become necessities of the world, and a blow at slavery is a blow at commerce and civilization."--- Mississippi's declaration of secession before the Civil Warand a couple from the archives:“But the man who can most truly be accounted brave is he who best knows the meaning of what is sweet in life and of what is terrible, and then goes out undeterred to meet what is to come.”--- Pericles (495-429 B.C.)
"Thus that which is the most awful of evils, death, is nothing to us, since when we exist there is no death, and when there is death, we do not exist."
--- Epicurus (341-270 B.C.)
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Not a lot happens in Livingston, Wisconsin, but that's changed since the meteor that exploded over the Midwest the other night happened to crack up over the little farming town in the southwestern corner of America's Dairyland.
It just so happens that's where my Dad grew up. His dad, a Rockefeller Republican, was the president of Livingston State Bank -- the only bank in town.
How small is it? Look at the satellite view.
It's a nice little place. Slow movin'. Not a stoplight in the town, or at least there wasn't when I visited there every summer as a kid. A few taverns, an old-timey grocery store and a couple other shops. Back then a few people around town -- namely, a fellow named Muggs who ran the town gas station -- called me Tex and joshed me about my accent and asked where my six-shooters were. He had a big iron chest of soda pop at his filling station.
Well, now meteor enthusiasts who collect meteorites are headed to Livingston. Things must be all astir in Livingston now. I'd kinda like to be a fly on the wall there right now.
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“Everything flows, nothing remains.”
---- Heraclitus (circa 500 B.C.)
“Men can only be happy when they do not assume that the object of life is happiness.”
-- George Orwell (1903-1950)
“We were fighting what was an obvious, difficult, never-ending and probably impossible struggle to shoot arrows at this oncoming juggernaut of what was a corporate machine that was going to sweep us away and turn this whole culture into nothing more than a karaoke playground. . . . In an authentic world failure is something you embrace. It’s almost a noble pursuit. I come from that world – it supported me in creating the punk aesthetic.”
--- Malcolm McLaren (pictured), from an interview in Roger magazine quoted in McLaren's obit in the Wall Street Journal last week, about his role as the manager of the Sex Pistols.
“I don’t particularly like the gringo people. They are boring and they all have faces like un-baked rolls.”
--- Frida Kahlo, Mexican artist during a 1930 trip to New York City
“A perfect walk is one in which you get lost, yet return.”
--- Geoff Nicholson, author of “The Lost Art of Walking”
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Well, whattya think?
Joe Posnanski, a sportswriter I read, wrote on Twitter that he's been asked why he finds the commercial "disturbing."
The ad, the first one unveiled by Nike since Tiger hit the biggest duck hook in his life, "addresses his time away from the game using the powerful words of his father," Nike said in a statement, The AP reports.
I think it's a creative attempt, from an advertising point-of-view, to persuade the golf gear-buying public that Tiger is not a phony.
I don't know if he's a phony or not. The only thing I'm certain of is that he sure liked to have a lot of sex with a lot of different women. And I feel kinda bad for his wife and kids.
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I've never heard of a fetish involving flatulence until now.
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