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nice - now that wasn't so hard, eh? i'm as happy as the next guy to see the republicans beat-down, of course, but can't imagine how anyone could see much of a "glow" in the Vast Liberal Majority out there as there seems no end to the nastiness all the presidents in my living memory had even more lack-luster 2nd terms than firsts, so i've kept my hopes suitably scaled not that i want it, but a century worth of presidential statistics show the republicans, as the opposition party, having an extremely good chance of taking back the white house in 2016 - 'mericans just are a fan of that green, green grass over there...

your contempt for a curiously crafted quip is criminal, sir, criminal. your spray-fu is fucked for sure - you're not here to win hearts and minds, monseigneur, but to make art by the mangling of words and memes keep fighting the good fight though

since there's no summary, and like everybody else, i didn't come to spray to do no fancy book-learning, i'm assuming, given the grandiose title of the thread, that the article is predicting an end to the "old" political landscape of liberals vs conservatives. for any who read the whole thing, is that the point? and if so, has there ever been a moment in history when one of those classic antipodes was succesfully banished? indeed, can one even exist w/o the other. the republican party might well die tomorrow - the cranky fucks that typify it, however, are eternal.

yup, we're the only folks in the whole-wide world w/o the time nor inclination to read a thirty minute long article (specially on walking-dead monday night, goddammit!)

asking for the cliff note version of a classic tale is hardly dismissing it, merely admitting there are many other demands of life precluding the possibility of fully considering every pearl of wisdom put before you, no?

and beards, shit, beards! perhaps the only definitive change in our presidential history since taft, a cool century ago - now all deez cunts are clean-shaven, but i got a clairvoyant sense they'll be coming back, soon enough...

meh, nothing changes in 'merica but the width of tight-asses' ties n' the cut of dumb bitches' bobs!

immortals can't die (until they do )

saw both, deep in the delerium of a morphine-frenzy, celebrating our return to a desolate KIA, w/ a week of foul weather n' nothing else to do

or just do the rocket this year (probably take some time to work the kinks out anyway) and use the family pet for the payload, sans re-entry plan?

this guy's gonnna be huuuuge in north korea

so long as he cleaned his plate...

would be kewler to just pull the whole thing and put in a via ferrata - grandma'll love it!

i call it "the judge" as it looks more like that old-boy from Das Wall

the sooner you fall behind, the more time you have to catch up!

climbed stone soup, first 2 pitches, a couple weeks ago, and that'll always go - you can skip the first 2 if you want and do the long "alpine route" in 1 60 meter lead to 3-tree ledge (or break it into 2 pitches - they're mostly gross, but go in all weathers) at any rate, that lets you just enjoy the upper pitches to the cool top-out - very reasonable for a day outing, whereas the complete stone-soup don't get done in its entirety too often thataways...

i likes to make me some fine perogies from time to time...

the problem w/ burning christian holy books is they're usually printed on tissue paper (message?), which just doesn't have the legs you're looking for in a wilderness situation

i see edoras at least

nonsense, i have at least one witness to him apologizing after abandoning The Team for the better part of an hour to go smoke weed w/ li'l hotties in a scenic hot-tub after promising us he'd be back in 5 minutes n' we shouldn't move from the spot till then i forgave'em quite quickly, i might add, waht w/ the flush of an el cap ascent, a gutful of wine, n' a fresh pack of camels in my claws and in my conscience ...plus we got to join the party soon thereafter and we got fancy book-lernt on the location of the constellation cygnus

do the actual specifics matter much in having fun w/ the biblical classics? how hot the burnign bush was burning exactly ain't so much the point...

in a similar vein, the 12 tables of rome allowed a man to kill a man w/o a sound were he to intrude into his home after dark, but during the day he was first obligated to give a good old glorious shout out the window before wading in w/ the gladus

i might add, dave, i'm willing to bet you can whip up the superior sushi-meal of the trio of ye, and that andrew is the better beacon soloist of the lot of us, even if he did fucker of to colon-rado long ago...