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I have been invited to post over at Grab The Mic, and unlike Groucho, I’m happy to accept that invitation.
I have been invited to post over at Grab The Mic, and unlike Groucho, I’m happy to accept that invitation. I think I’ll try to keep my election and political rants over there: not that I won’t find something to grouse about . . . . .
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I tried last year to grow roses from seed — for no compelling reason — but it didn’t go too well. When I saw the size of the rose hips from this summer’s heat, I decided I should try again.
I tried last year to grow roses from seed — for no compelling reason — but it didn’t go too well. When I saw the size of the rose hips from this summer’s heat, I decided I should try again. That hip is about an inch in diameter.
Roses don’t come true from seed: the ones you buy are all grafts or rooted from existing stock[1]. Apples are the same way: if you were to get an apple tree from the pips in that Red Delicious, it wouldn’t bear Red Delicious apples.
National Novel Writing Month – National Novel Writing Month:And we’re off!… Our time has come, and it’s a beautifully wordy time indeed.
National Novel Writing Month – National Novel Writing Month:
And we’re off! Write like the wind! Soar like a laptop-wielding eagle! Our time has come, and it’s a beautifully wordy time indeed.
So far, so good. I have 1870 words in, against my 1500 word target. Only 29 days to go, but I’ll take it one day at a time.
Stephen Elliott and I are out here with a documentary crew, and when the film started rolling, the GOP%u2019s bogus Gay Pride parade came to a quick end.%u201CDon%u2019t film me,%u201D the ringleader said when we stuck to them…. By that time, the other guy in their operation had retreated to the far side of the parking lot, where his John-Kerry-and-his-gay-friends-want-to-adopt-your-children-bullshit sign wasn%u2019t just a yellow speck in the distance.
Roaches hate the light . . . .
Joshuah Bearman: How They Do, Part III:
The trick with Republican staffers running dirty tricks, we discovered, is to turn cameras on them. They wilt like shrinking violets. Stephen Elliott and I are out here with a documentary crew, and when the film started rolling, the GOP’s bogus Gay Pride parade came to a quick end.
“Don’t film me,” the ringleader said when we stuck to them. “I’m expressing my freedom of speech.”
“And we’re going to film that expression,” Steve said. “What’s wrong with that? Gay pride, right? Unless your boss down at GOP headquarters doesn’t want you to turn up on TV.”
“I’m asking you nicely not to take pictures of me,” the ringleader said. Steve was emboldened, and pressed further. “You can ask me not nicely,” I said. “You’re creating news by posing as a Democrat and we’re capturing that. We’re not going anywhere.”
It’s not in Steve’s nature to throw down the gauntlet, but he smelled weakness, and called their bluff. By that time, the other guy in their operation had retreated to the far side of the parking lot, where his John-Kerry-and-his-gay-friends-want-to-adopt-your-children-bullshit sign wasn’t just a yellow speck in the distance. It looked like he’d lost his nerve.
These creatures need to be exposed for what they are: bring your camera if you’re going to polling place where there is a potential for voter intimidation or outright fraud.
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