Dechristo

is that Mandarin?

Aye wrighd thuh Nough.

I'll have to disagree. The way I see it, it would seem likely that those claiming that McCain has an easy path ahead of him are incorrect.

I believe that is my department, son. Let me know if you need any help with that. wouldn't a buddhist spell that as "just is"?

I'll believe that when I see Nader drive-up to the service entrance of a nuclear power plant in a Corvair.

Today, most important to Clinton and Obama were what was issued into their pants when they heard Nader was entering the race.

mebbee a receding face

Very cool. It looks like the wilderness corridor would stretch all the way south to the Wind River Range.

Spelling is easy

feltchers

just another vain attempt to codify civility.

just add a little whiskey to their formula

We homeschooled our four kids (as well as tutored neighboring kids that had difficulty learning in public school). They all became academic rock stars.

This is the last post I read on this thread; but it prompted me to speak up. When I posted my photo online during that one thread and got a zillion negative and belittling comments, I requested that it be removed. I've never done that before and never would have expected it. But then again, I've never been at the receiving end of so many horrible, objectifying, judgmental comments directly related to my appearance. I can empathize with the woman whose picture was put up here. Hell, she didn't even put her own up and had to weather all that bullshit. Heckling each other is one thing, but treating each other like shit when we can see their faces on our forum is unnacceptable. I have pretty low standards, but at least I can agree to this one. Minx--good on you or on whatever mod removed the gal's pic. I recall it was Seahawks who started throwing shit on you over your pic. And, as he often portrays himself to be a pitiable, shallow-conscienced, loosed accident from early attempts at vegetable genetic modification, it was easily understood.

Some opted for 40 acre parcels and mules in their homeland.

Among alpine hardmen it's near unanimous without losing digits the epic pusillanimous.

In which case, you may be taking advantage of your cat's inability to execute a Living Will.

Zack Martin Breaking Barriers (ZMBB) 2008 Applications The Zack Martin Grant is a climbing and humanitarian grant. In 2007 we granted $2,500 and we hope to offer the same this year. The application abstracts are due on March 15. The grant will be awarded late in April or early May. See details at: http://www.americanalpineclub.org/pages/page/51

As I haven't been faced with the reality of a multi-thousand-dollar operation for my dog, it's a hypothetical to which I can't actually respond. I prepare all of his meals from grocery store items. Approximately once every two months, I cook a big vat of a grain and vegetable mixture, spoon portions (patties) onto a large cookie sheet in layers separated by freezer paper, freeze it, then bag the portions in gallon Ziplocks. I do the same with low-cost meat. Each of his meals are comprised of a patty of both. Although eleven-years-old, he's the healthiest, non-obese, dog around. About ten years ago, when my Black Lab, Ruby, was at the end of her days, she was riddled with chronic health problems including a large tumor on her hip, unable to rise to amble painfully anymore. She no longer had an appetite for food. The vet confirmed what already I knew: the time had come to put her down. As I've always taken care of this with all of my family's pets, I knew a pistol was soon to become a primary player. I went to the vet and bought a syringe of surgical anesthetic. I carried Ruby out on the property to a beautiful spot near our pet cemetery where boulders, huge Ponderosas, and late Fall colored leaves allowed beauty to be easily known. Laying Ruby down and taking a seat on the ground next to her, I quietly sat there, petting her, her head resting relaxed on my leg, my repeated words she had known all her life, "you're a good girl" (Dog for "I love you"), spoken softly and slowly lulled her to near sleep. It was a very peaceful and serene moment. Gently, I administered the anesthetic with Ruby barely acknowledging the needle - she didn't move, but simply opened her eyes, looking at me. I went back to petting and vocally reassuring her, looking into those warm brown eyes for my own reassurance and for evidence of anesthesia. Slowly, her eyes still looking at me, her Alpha, the drug took its effect, her eyes closed, her body limp. I waited, justifying the pause in the schedule of action by telling myself I wanted to be sure she was completely "out", but I knew the pause, just like the administration of the surgical drug, was really an attempt to ease my own discomfort. The late day quiet stillness of the forested canyons was broken by the sharp bark of a .357 magnum. No doubt, someone, a mile away, wondered if the shooter had hit their target. Could the wonderer have guessed he or she had heard the launch of a magic bullet that hit, pinpoint, two targets? A bullet that both punctuated the end of a noble and loving companion's life... and, simultaneously, ripped a painful wound in another's heart.

you ARE the wanker thread

True in most every topic, but he instills pity.

That's the question many conservatives are asking about McCain

just wait

Mirth from birth