Oh I get it... I was supposed to read your screed and have any reason to follow up by reading more of your angry ranting? If you want to make a point it all need to be there - What you wrote had no context and thus made no sense beyond ranting... And I did not say anything about uneducated - I spoke to life experience, which I still believe you lack - and I further don't give a damn if you're an Indian or a Inuit, what you sa
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YIPE! I will have to guess that you are under 25 years old. Your utter lack of cultural context would largely explain this vapid, angry, empty tirade against people you don't know and don't understand. Have you ever even been to another country - where people are not privy to the educational system, legal system and cultural norms we enjoy? You should redirect your anger toward whomever pissed you off - it's wasted here.
That being said, the clinic has absolutely no right telling people what they can and cannot eat. They can suggest, they can encourage, they can strongly speak out against...but under no circumstance can they force me to not eat somewhere. I don't know what p
Elitist? Hell, Yes. it’s the genius of the middle class, whose nationwide median income is about $42K, which, adjusted for inflation doesn't buy much more than it did decades ago. They’re just getting by in this world of rising gas prices and maybe a kid in college… and despite this, these rubes vote as if, any minute now, they're suddenly gonna be making six times their current income. So, in order to rabidly defend mon
I want to read the poem you are. Stroke your soft, hard paragraphs Leave pundit’s kisses, sharp, on your subject Beneath your predicate Split your infinitive Draw panting breath Inspired by your dangling participles Creep softly around your adjectival phrase And be consumed By your free verse
When we are young, our fathers present many mysteries. They do things that don't make sense in the mind of a young son, a mind where the world is television, fast food and playing G.I. Joe in the yard. One of the most mysterious things my father did took place on Wednesday nights every month or so, in the dining room of our suburban Long Island home. Seven or eight men - some younger, some clearly
HI. I don't know if I'd hang all poetry slams out to dry just because the one you saw was mainly a dud. Might also help to know that 'slam' poetry really doesn't hold to the same precepts as written work (This from slammers with whom I have discussed this at some length) - Slam poetry is more akin to literary performance than simply the expression of the written word... There are MANY s
HI... I'm new here and I was wondering about the 'limits' of commentary. In most media, public figures are seen differently than others, in that one may rail more personally and attack them AS public figures (this is not to say using vile language or such). How would that apply to the following column... Anne Coulter, a la mode... A serving of hot and very cross