Nuke-u-lar. God, it infuriates me to no end to hear the leaders of the free world so blatantly mispronouncing that word. I mean, really...spell it out, then sound it out. Do you see another "u" in there, folks? No, you don't, because it isn't there.
Is it any wonder that the world has a less favorable view of us these days? I think not.
I had vegan peach cobbler this weekend and haven't been able to stop thinking about it.
Reading your posts get me mad...in a good way. We are the only country who has ever used a nuclear weapon! I'm so angry at the state of our political system I can't even think about it!!
YORBA LINDA, Calif. -- The casket seemed too small a container to hold the larger-than-life figure of Richard Nixon.
The four Marines standing motionless around the box stared forward as the crowd of mourners, which had waited eight hours in an unusually cold California evening, paid its last respects.
There was a feeling of forgiveness, of Christian forbearance in the air, as Nixon's remains came home.
For some outside the Nixon Library and Birthplace, emotions heavy and sad ruled the day. "People always make so much of others' mistakes," an almost-tearful teenaged girl told her friend early Wednesday as they waited to file by Nixon's closed casket. "They never talk about their own mistakes. They always want to judge you."
For others, it seemed impossible. Nixon dead? No way. Here was the man who knew Mao and Churchill, whose knack for going straight to the jugular was legendary, whose appetite for revenge was matched only by his endurance. If anyone could cheat death -- or strike some sort of devious bargain to forestall it -- it would have been Nixon. His relentless thirst for knowledge, to engage in debate, to vanquish his enemies, could only be stilled by death.
Outside, the line to see Nixon stretched on and on. Around 42,000 people in total paid their respects to the 37th President of the United States. The so-called Silent Majority was no longer silent in its grief, as Bob Dole noted. Some were there to mourn, others to gawk, and others were just enjoying -- or not, as the temperature dropped into the low 50s -- a night out.
"I'm sure as hell not standing in this line for Reagan, so don't even ask," a middle-aged man told his wife as they took their place at the end of the line, past the Yorba Linda Community Center, near highway 91.
One thinks, passing by the box, that Nixon couldn't possibly be contained there, in that small space; he was too crafty for that. One pictures him watching the scene via closed-circuit camera from a hidden anteroom, no doubt planning his next takeover as part of a caretaker government.
Very well put... I don't think this country knows what all is going on around them... do they see it or don't they because I cannot understand what is all the need for it... it makes no sence
