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Who would want to go through life called Willard, anyway? There are plenty of other things to hold against the guy. Though I didn't understand Henry R. Perot's logic back in the 90s. It was fun with some friends at school referring to one another by our first initial/middle name, though.
Who are you suggesting is not calm? Doesn't seem to me that anybody is not calm.Quote:
Originally Posted by Mark
It cannot possibly be me, as I am simply trying to understand to rather hacked up phraseology of the guy "FIAT1"...
Maybe you can help us understand, cause I sure don't, and its rather difficult to discuss when we cannot figure out how responses are related to the subject..or not.
And why the heavy handed moderation in off topic/chit chat? Here you are wading in and there elsewhere Pino's threatening 1 months bans for "all off topic or personal" posts...?
Do you guys act that way in real life?
That pretty much sums up my position. Also try to think of where this President is taking women's issues, why President Clinton is an asset to the Democratic cause, and why dubaya and his cronies are persona non grata. Because when I do, and realize that the only contribution his cronies are making is big dinero to Super-PAC's, I wonder who Mitt is actually beholding to.Quote:
Originally Posted by janvanvurpa
Perhaps it is time we step boldly into the 1960's and actually move forward from the idea that was first proposed 90 years ago. Let us embrace universal health care. Not for me, (FIAT do you still want me to leave my son out of this? OK fine!) not only will I be eligible for social security, and medicare in 4 years, I don't need it. I come from a time when the USA was at the top of the world in Physical fitness, Life Science, Engineering, Health and Education. But the day may come, perhaps not until I'm in my 90's that I will probably need a safety net. However I already am comfortable with a clear conscience that being from California I probably pay as high or possibly the highest taxes as anyone else of my means in this country. Not only that, I am willing to pay more because the real difference between Democrats and Republicans is that the former believes that mankind is inherently good. Republican policies are predicated on the belief that humanity is inherently bad, and will cheat our Union at every turn. What a miserable way to view your neighbors. I pity people that have such a cold heart.
[quote="janvanvurpa"]Sorry, but I cannot understand what you are saying or what you mean to imply. You do not answer any questions posed to try and get a clear idea of what you mean, I must presume therefore either you don't understand how dialog works, you don't understand how to express yourself clearly in English, or that you are just trolling..
When simple post in regards to ones choice comes to be a venting platform to some type unhappiness for some ,then is time to respectfully stop the nunsence. I wish you all the best! Don't forget to vote, as that is most important thing in this anyway.
Well obviously nobody would especially with that horrible B movie about the rat Willard.Quote:
Originally Posted by Gregor-y
But why hide that? His name is Willard, why not use it?
The "opportunity to work hard" you say?Quote:
Originally Posted by race aficionado
AM - Rinehart warns Africans will work for $2 a day 05/09/2012
Furthermore Africans want to work and its workers are willing to work for less than $2 per day. Such statistics make me worry for this country's future.
Admittedly Gina Rinehart was talking about Australia but the issue is identical. It doesn't matter which western country you live in, the truth is that labour costs in places like parts of South East Asia and Africa are sufficiently low enough that even if taxes were massively minus, it would still be more profitable for companies to employ them.
To prove the point:
GE :: Housewares - Product Detail
http://www.gehousewares.com/products...6151430141.jpg
I have one of these. A General Electric slow cooker. General Electric is the only 1896 charter member among today's components of the Dow. If anything can claim to be an American company, it's GE. Yet my GE slow cooker is made in... Namibia.
No policy either by a Republicrat or Democran president forced them to move there, it was the simple economic fact that wages in the US are simply higher. No American would be prepared to work for $4,582 a year.
So then, to answer the question of the two will give you the opportunity to work hard, have a household, a bank account, investments and savings? Well neither of them to be honest.
A fair point, because it has been at least 20 years in the USA that Hard Work=Financial SecurityQuote:
Originally Posted by Rollo
40 years to be pedantic:Quote:
Originally Posted by Dr Giacomo Rappaccini
Have a look at the Economic Report of the President - 2012
http://www.gpo.gov/fdsys/pkg/ERP-2012/pdf/ERP-2012.pdf
Mired all the way down in Table B-47 on page 374, is Hours and earnings in private nonagricultural industries. Real wages peaked in the United States in 1972.
This means to suggest that if the economy has been growing then the rewards for work, have not been going to workers. Moreover, it also suggests that if you want to blame the President, then every single one of the feckers from Nixon onwards have been negligent.
Nixon, Ford, Carter, Reagan, Bush (41), Clinton, Bush (43), Obama - why should the trend for the next president be any different at all? If Romney gets in, it'll be like changing the duvet covers - you won't immediately notice the smell, but under the covers, the cat is still weeing in the bed.
Rollo, I don't agree with rude part of your comment comparing all those Presidents of the United States of America to cat piss, but then again this is coming from someone that has implied in the first post of this thread that somehow California is a battleground State. It is so far in Obama's pocket that neither one of them even waste time campaigning here. You are intelligent enough to know that legislation has three separate institutions to clear in order to become law, and many great ideas put forward by all those Presidents you listed have been obstructed.
But hey, as Henners88 told me Britt's are rude by nature.
What is more important to me is that I can see by your signature that you appreciate American Poetry, (at least Henry Wadsworth Longfellow).
I'm partial to this piece of work by Longfellow (even though it is not historically factual. That is called poetic license) :
Paul Revere's Ride
Listen my children and you shall hear
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,
On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five;
Hardly a man is now alive
Who remembers that famous day and year.
He said to his friend, "If the British march
By land or sea from the town to-night,
Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch
Of the North Church tower as a signal light,–
One if by land, and two if by sea;
And I on the opposite shore will be,
Ready to ride and spread the alarm
Through every Middlesex village and farm,
For the country folk to be up and to arm."
Then he said "Good-night!" and with muffled oar
Silently rowed to the Charlestown shore,
Just as the moon rose over the bay,
Where swinging wide at her moorings lay
The Somerset, British man-of-war;
A phantom ship, with each mast and spar
Across the moon like a prison bar,
And a huge black hulk, that was magnified
By its own reflection in the tide.
Meanwhile, his friend through alley and street
Wanders and watches, with eager ears,
Till in the silence around him he hears
The muster of men at the barrack door,
The sound of arms, and the tramp of feet,
And the measured tread of the grenadiers,
Marching down to their boats on the shore.
Then he climbed the tower of the Old North Church,
By the wooden stairs, with stealthy tread,
To the belfry chamber overhead,
And startled the pigeons from their perch
On the sombre rafters, that round him made
Masses and moving shapes of shade,–
By the trembling ladder, steep and tall,
To the highest window in the wall,
Where he paused to listen and look down
A moment on the roofs of the town
And the moonlight flowing over all.
Beneath, in the churchyard, lay the dead,
In their night encampment on the hill,
Wrapped in silence so deep and still
That he could hear, like a sentinel’s tread,
The watchful night-wind, as it went
Creeping along from tent to tent,
And seeming to whisper, "All is well!"
A moment only he feels the spell
Of the place and the hour, and the secret dread
Of the lonely belfry and the dead;
For suddenly all his thoughts are bent
On a shadowy something far away,
Where the river widens to meet the bay,–
A line of black that bends and floats
On the rising tide like a bridge of boats.
Meanwhile, impatient to mount and ride,
Booted and spurred, with a heavy stride
On the opposite shore walked Paul Revere.
Now he patted his horse’s side,
Now he gazed at the landscape far and near,
Then, impetuous, stamped the earth,
And turned and tightened his saddle girth;
But mostly he watched with eager search
The belfry tower of the Old North Church,
As it rose above the graves on the hill,
Lonely and spectral and sombre and still.
And lo! as he looks, on the belfry’s height
A glimmer, and then a gleam of light!
He springs to the saddle, the bridle he turns,
But lingers and gazes, till full on his sight
A second lamp in the belfry burns.
A hurry of hoofs in a village street,
A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark,
And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing, a spark
Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet;
That was all! And yet, through the gloom and the light,
The fate of a nation was riding that night;
And the spark struck out by that steed, in his flight,
Kindled the land into flame with its heat.
He has left the village and mounted the steep,
And beneath him, tranquil and broad and deep,
Is the Mystic, meeting the ocean tides;
And under the alders that skirt its edge,
Now soft on the sand, now loud on the ledge,
Is heard the tramp of his steed as he rides.
It was twelve by the village clock
When he crossed the bridge into Medford town.
He heard the crowing of the cock,
And the barking of the farmer’s dog,
And felt the damp of the river fog,
That rises after the sun goes down.
It was one by the village clock,
When he galloped into Lexington.
He saw the gilded weathercock
Swim in the moonlight as he passed,
And the meeting-house windows, black and bare,
Gaze at him with a spectral glare,
As if they already stood aghast
At the bloody work they would look upon.
It was two by the village clock,
When he came to the bridge in Concord town.
He heard the bleating of the flock,
And the twitter of birds among the trees,
And felt the breath of the morning breeze
Blowing over the meadow brown.
And one was safe and asleep in his bed
Who at the bridge would be first to fall,
Who that day would be lying dead,
Pierced by a British musket ball.
You know the rest. In the books you have read
How the British Regulars fired and fled,—
How the farmers gave them ball for ball,
From behind each fence and farmyard wall,
Chasing the redcoats down the lane,
Then crossing the fields to emerge again
Under the trees at the turn of the road,
And only pausing to fire and load.
So through the night rode Paul Revere;
And so through the night went his cry of alarm
To every Middlesex village and farm,—
A cry of defiance, and not of fear,
A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door,
And a word that shall echo for evermore!
For, borne on the night-wind of the Past,
Through all our history, to the last,
In the hour of darkness and peril and need,
The people will waken and listen to hear
The hurrying hoof-beats of that steed,
And the midnight message of Paul Revere
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