My grandfather came over on the SS Tietgen in 1905 from Copenhagen. He ha some very limited experience in drafting. He wasn't appreticed. He was ready to pick up work of any kind. He had very little money and a few possessions packed in a trunk that was promptly stolen shortly after he stepped off Ellis Island. Through the kindness of New Yorkers he was able to contact other Danes in Chicago. He got a ticket and made it there.
He wasn't grilled on his occupation, financial status, or religion. He was one of millions that came over simply because they wanted to, and they knew America was a welcoming country. This administration is trying its best to make America a third world shithole -- and so far they're succeeding.
My great (dunno if there's more than one great in there) grandfather was a German butcher who wandered over to Kiev for work. We have a letter where he talks about his sleigh being chased by wolves. He was eventually kicked out of russia (I'm thinking he was a loudmouth like his sons/grandsons/etc) and came to the US. They let him in.
Let's see if I can channel my inner Donald. Cuccinelli is probably the descendant of some immigrants. Since he's an Italian he's probably a mobster. Mobsters make a lot of money, but on the other hand they go out at night when it's dangerous. Cuccinelli bears watching, because he's probably going to turn on the Don. According to movies that's what they do.
It’s more like they skipped the middle third. Because they do like Paul, but not the “though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels” Paul who wrote to the Corinthians. They’re much more into his holy-mommy-issues-Batman moments in the later epistles.
I never heard it before. Coulda lived without that.
Per a friend of mine who had to visit Poland several times for business in the 1990s, Poland had gotten stupid because its Jews were no more.
iTranslate says "Vaffanculo, Ken"
Any Italian speakers?
I like your oak motif
Yup...She REALLY "confronted" him!
My grandfather came over on the SS Tietgen in 1905 from Copenhagen. He ha some very limited experience in drafting. He wasn't appreticed. He was ready to pick up work of any kind. He had very little money and a few possessions packed in a trunk that was promptly stolen shortly after he stepped off Ellis Island. Through the kindness of New Yorkers he was able to contact other Danes in Chicago. He got a ticket and made it there.
He wasn't grilled on his occupation, financial status, or religion. He was one of millions that came over simply because they wanted to, and they knew America was a welcoming country. This administration is trying its best to make America a third world shithole -- and so far they're succeeding.
Our president is a third world shithole so he wants to have a matching country.
Oh yeah- just the names. In my mind, Wilbur would be a big dude from somewhere in the Midwest with sideburns and a mustache.
My great (dunno if there's more than one great in there) grandfather was a German butcher who wandered over to Kiev for work. We have a letter where he talks about his sleigh being chased by wolves. He was eventually kicked out of russia (I'm thinking he was a loudmouth like his sons/grandsons/etc) and came to the US. They let him in.
Thank you. I do not always know how to pronounce things correctly.
Let's see if I can channel my inner Donald. Cuccinelli is probably the descendant of some immigrants. Since he's an Italian he's probably a mobster. Mobsters make a lot of money, but on the other hand they go out at night when it's dangerous. Cuccinelli bears watching, because he's probably going to turn on the Don. According to movies that's what they do.
Hey-O!
It’s more like they skipped the middle third. Because they do like Paul, but not the “though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels” Paul who wrote to the Corinthians. They’re much more into his holy-mommy-issues-Batman moments in the later epistles.
Vaffanculo, Cooch.
You are correct, sir. "Go do it in the ass" is essentially the literal translation. "Go fuck yourself" is our equivalent.
I learned all the bad words from my Italian friend who lived on my block when I was a kid.