Lots can happen in a year… pic.twitter.com/MJQw9uUnQI
— James Woods (@RealJamesWoods) October 19, 2017
Lots can happen in a year… pic.twitter.com/MJQw9uUnQI
— James Woods (@RealJamesWoods) October 19, 2017
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Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of
universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I
reach my hands and play with pebbles of
destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs
reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive
in the universe.
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Take It Where You Find It
Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
They thought great thoughts about liberty
Poets wrote down words that did fit
Writers wrote books
Thinkers thought about it
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
And wake up each day
To a new waking dream
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
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Totally beguiled, I watch again and again. I cannot look away from this train wreck, this final humiliation. Are those those the dulcet strains of Pit Bull I hear? So awkward, yet so fascinating.
That is just painful to watch.
I didn’t like Meghan Kelly, and I thought she overstepped the bounds when she asked that attempted “gotcha!” question during the Presidential Debate. When now-President Trump instantly whiplashed that underhanded attack back in her face with his “only Rosie O’Donnell” quip, I stood and applauded (along with most of the audience!)
It wasn’t her place to try and influence the election, she was supposed to be an evenhanded journalist asking hard questions, not “gotchas” meant to disqualify one of the candidates and glorify herself. She risked her reputation but lost her bet. If she had then apologised and shown repentance, I would (eventually) have forgiven her. Instead, she doubled down (now let me see, where have I heard that “SJWs Always Double Down?”- Oh, that’s right, I’m reading it now.)
Still, this is just unbearable to watch. Megyn Kelly has gone from an attractive woman on the top of her game to a self-humiliating shadow of her former self. Now I pity her, for she is entirely beaten.
It would have been better for her to have simply retired. At least some people could then remember her as she once was.
Television. A black hole on a stand that remains silent throughout the day. For very good reasons.
Kelley does have a nice rump
In the end she did it for money, enough money to carry her quite a long ways…
especially combined with an occasional check for ‘product endorsement’; “Today only, FREE with your jar of beauty cream. A gold plated turnip twatter!”.
The woman America loves to hate? (pick a side! ANY side! 😀 )
A FoxBomb sent to implode a bitter rival? (not holding my breath for a return)
NBC’s sneaky bid to capture Dancing With The Stars from… that other network? (what? it’s all crap; sue me for not knowing 😉
…
In the end, she’s laughing all the way to the bank, NBC-notes billowing behind her down 5th Ave. NYC’s version of a trickle down economy. Couldn’t have happened to a nicer person/network *devilish grin*
I’d rather watch Whoopi Goldberg eat a jar of peanut butter naked that watch Megyn dance.
I used to like her but I think she’s backed off on her meds and it shows. I don’t like to objectify women but she should just work on being hot and maybe next time do a little pole dance for us.
She is crying all the way to the bank.
I think the term is “Slow Motion Train Wreck”.
Couldn’t have happened to a nicer bint.
Let’s have a rousing rendition of Austin Cunningham’s ‘girls of fox news’…
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gNj0T4uK3lE