Question: Doesn't it seem strange to you that between the two stories of yesterday - that of a Republican Congressman who underpaid employees - a lot of them undocumented - lied on his taxes and defrauded his constituents for years . . . AND a story of a basketball team owner who doesn't really like African Americans . . . that today the ONLY story is about Sterling and not a word about Grimm . . . don't you find that weird?
Answer: Racism sells more news than Fraud.
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Wednesday, April 30, 2014
Thursday, April 24, 2014
Overheard at Table 3: The Difference Between Men and Women
. . . one of the differences between men and women you can tell by how they size up each other in public areas, like in walking or jogging around the park of the lake.
... how's that?
...well, men always scan women in what I call a "sex assessment" - that is, measuring the potential of how much they would want to have sex with 'em.
... and the women?
... they're always scanning men in what I call a "threat assessment"
... measuring the threat level?
... yeah.
... is that why they always run screaming from you?
...ha. ha. ha.
... how's that?
...well, men always scan women in what I call a "sex assessment" - that is, measuring the potential of how much they would want to have sex with 'em.
... and the women?
... they're always scanning men in what I call a "threat assessment"
... measuring the threat level?
... yeah.
... is that why they always run screaming from you?
...ha. ha. ha.
Wednesday, April 23, 2014
Overread at Booth 1: Lome Togo
- hey, look at the email I just got. I can't believe people still be doing this kind of bullcrap! ...
Good afternoon,
My name is Barrister Alfred Morris, I am prime consultant and financial organization
here in Lome Togo Republic , apologies for informal contact, but
given the urgency of the situation was no other way , I contacted
You for something that will be of great interest / benefit to you in respect of
I sent this letter to you a month ago, but I 'm not sure if you got it, I have not heard from
You , and this is the reason I say it again.
I'm doing this for you to offer in connection with
death, which was my client before his death, leaving some huge amount of money from
7500000 dollars in the bank
Please if you are the actual owner of this email address , please come back to me
as soon as possible for additional disclosure .
Sincerely,
Barrister Alfred Morris
My name is Barrister Alfred Morris, I am prime consultant and financial organization
here in Lome Togo Republic , apologies for informal contact, but
given the urgency of the situation was no other way , I contacted
You for something that will be of great interest / benefit to you in respect of
I sent this letter to you a month ago, but I 'm not sure if you got it, I have not heard from
You , and this is the reason I say it again.
I'm doing this for you to offer in connection with
death, which was my client before his death, leaving some huge amount of money from
7500000 dollars in the bank
Please if you are the actual owner of this email address , please come back to me
as soon as possible for additional disclosure .
Sincerely,
Barrister Alfred Morris
- dude, does anybody really fall for that anymore?
- I guess so. Otherwise they wouldn't keep doin it.
- that is just freaked.
Thursday, April 17, 2014
Overheard at Table 5: Poem of the Day
MR
2014-0417
Poem of the Day:
2014-0417
Poem of the Day:
Once
Once,
we floundered, and then our love
was this dead thing, that we dissected
with a pair of pruning hooks on the
floor of the shed out back behind the house.
we did it quietly,
so the neighbors could not hear us over the garden wall,
burying the pieces in various spots in the yard:
under the flower bed,
in the potted plant,
and one tiny shard that I crushed into the soft earth
moistened by the slow constant drip from the
outside faucet that I never could get around to fixing.
then, the next day, we walked out the front
door and you went to the bus station and
I took the car into the city
and no one was ever the wiser.
for Song of the Day
Brian Wilson and Van Dyke Parks
"Orange Crate Art"
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