The worst of all the the men you'll meet are those whose business is to greet, and gladhand! Smile! Kiss that baby! They'll take your cash (and I don't mean maybe).
apu(97): Why do I get this image of carro sitting on a patio rocking chair and croaking, "You kids get outta my yard!"
Gimme crickets, baby jane. Gimme crickets, I'm still sane. Surrounded by the bumptious blather, I do not work into a lather, instead I still just hunt and gather. I can't just sit although I'd rather.
"lionelspoon: I was NEVER proud of being American..that patriotic stuff is for losers" <-- a typical Democrat?
I shall now commence to "do philosophy." All men wish for something. Therefore, all men are not yet satisfied. A man who is not satisfied has failed to overcome some challenge. Therefore, all men are failures, at least in part.
A man is a man regardless of hue -- ignore my vague tint and I'll do it for you. So I'll judge what you do and what you say, too. And my judgment may be, as a consequence, true.
In darkness rolls the gleaming train, its humming roar the night's refrain. For miles and miles, as the moon shines down, the dark train rolls from town to town. On what doth ride the gathering light as the new sun burns off failing night?
"carbide: carro u ignoarnt fool" (sic)
cbrown: Did you hear about the Trump Sandwich? White bread, full of baloney, with Russian dressing and a small pickle.
It's an odd thing: I agree with spin about little. Yet, when he left the channel and September died away, it changed the character of the place in a way that is nothing but lamentable. If a man is defined by his adversaries, all of us who disagreed with spin lost stature by his leaving.