September 6, 2014 15 Comments
Saturday, again. Bill Whittle is not amused with the way the Middle East is going. I like Bill, because while I nearly always agree with him, he lays it out in a logical manner, like I wish I could do half as well. This one is no exception.
God knows, I’ve told Him enough, that I’m no fan of Uncle Joey Biden but, I have to admit he might make a better president than Obama, maybe in 2015?
— Feisty☀️Floridian (@peddoc63) September 4, 2014
Pushing ISIS to the gates of Hell, while not optimal, is surely better than managing them, I think.
My kind of girl, tough, self-reliant, and proud!
— Amy Mek (@AmyMek) September 3, 2014
Mollie Hemingway, Senior Editor at The Federalist, tweeted about her kid’s school. Now that is a school I’d send a child to as well.
guys, my 2nd grader gets to do copybook exercises. How awesome is that? Now read this poem. http://t.co/78rGNMjFRR
— Mollie (@MZHemingway) September 5, 2014
Laser Cannon! We’ve almost got a laser cannon guys! How awesome is that?
Read about it here. You know, this, like Israel’s Iron Dome, is a legacy of Ronald Reagan, himself. It’s a legacy of his hatred of Mutual Assured Destruction. That hatred led to the Strategic Defense Initiative (AKA Starwars) which is now coming to fruition. Yes there really will be Starship Troopers, someday, if we don’t throw our heritage away.
Peggy Noonan on Joan Rivers
There was nobody like her. Some people are knockoffs or imitations of other, stronger, more vivid figures, but there was never another Joan Rivers before her or while she lived. She was a seriously wonderful, self-invented woman.
She was completely open and immediately accessible. She had the warmth of a person who found others keenly and genuinely interesting. It was also the warmth of a person with no boundaries: She wanted to know everything about you and would tell you a great deal about herself, right away. She had no edit function, which in part allowed her gift. She would tell you what she thought. She loved to shock, not only an audience but a friend. I think from the beginning life startled her, and she enjoyed startling you. You only asked her advice or opinion if you wanted an honest reply.
Her intelligence was penetrating and original, her tastes refined. Her duplex apartment on the east side of Manhattan was full of books in beautiful bindings, of elegant gold things on the table, lacquered boxes, antique furniture. She liked everything just so. She read a lot. She was a doctor’s daughter.
Keep reading, here
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