There is a primal scream that lurks within all of us, awaiting the proper moment to burst forth in all of its primordial glory. I uttered one of these Monday night. (Today)
I'll be blowin' in the wind over America's Most Livable City (Today)
Oh pome of evil, of knowledge, of sin / plump and curved as a baby's buttocks. (Today)
He hasn't brought enough force to bear against the recession (Today)
Sure, Election Day 2009 will scare moderate Democrats and make passage of Obamacare more difficult. (Today)
It's been 11 years since I looked through a photo album smuggled out of Afghanistan by a brave young woman. It was impossible to tell one woman from another under the burqas enforced by their Taliban rulers. (Yesterday)
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