Well stated. Kissinger has American blood on his hands. Bring back the draft with chicken hawk politicians families first in line to serve in combat areas.
The Economist started in 1843. It opposed London's proposed sewage system: they didn't exactly call it "socialism" back then but that was the gist of the objection.
I could not agree more. Once upon a time, I worked in a building on 57th Street where I saw HK in the elevator a few times. I showed massive self-restraint by not spitting.
I saw him once. A short little fat guy being pulled along by a dog he had on a leash. With a secret service agent dancing all around him, as if someone in one of the very tony parts of Georgetown was just waiting to take a shot at him. What a putz.
peerless in-country coverage. myopic political editorials still wedded to a mid 20th c idea of 'liberalism', 'the free market' and 'democracy be best'.
OMFG. I heard a brief mention of his name on NPR earlier this week when I was half-asleep, and purposely didn't follow it up, because I didn't want something like this to be true. Oh, damn--he was the Buster Keaton of drummers.
PERFECT bullshit then.
One wonders if some cash didn't change hands from military contractors (or Erik Prince even) to the Taliban to motivate that bombing...
Ray Gun got 241 Marines killed in Beirut. He can rot!
Or Moulton and Mejier who had no business there.
I went through the Gallipoli of Disqus signup just to ask to quote this on a smaller forum, not all of whose members are among the Wonkerati.
Candice Bergen, also too.
Well stated. Kissinger has American blood on his hands. Bring back the draft with chicken hawk politicians families first in line to serve in combat areas.
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The Economist started in 1843. It opposed London's proposed sewage system: they didn't exactly call it "socialism" back then but that was the gist of the objection.
Dr. Strangelove speaks like him, rather: the character was partly based on him, partly on Edward Teller
I could not agree more. Once upon a time, I worked in a building on 57th Street where I saw HK in the elevator a few times. I showed massive self-restraint by not spitting.
I saw him once. A short little fat guy being pulled along by a dog he had on a leash. With a secret service agent dancing all around him, as if someone in one of the very tony parts of Georgetown was just waiting to take a shot at him. What a putz.
not really.
peerless in-country coverage. myopic political editorials still wedded to a mid 20th c idea of 'liberalism', 'the free market' and 'democracy be best'.
OMFG. I heard a brief mention of his name on NPR earlier this week when I was half-asleep, and purposely didn't follow it up, because I didn't want something like this to be true. Oh, damn--he was the Buster Keaton of drummers.
So, pro-Big Stink? If you started out pro-cholera, endorsing Kissinger isn't much of a stretch.
excellent in-depth analysis; well done, sir, and thank you. Who still reports on our lords and masters of the military-industrial complex?