The larger meaning here is that mainstream journalists simply cannot talk about things that the two parties agree on; this is the black hole of American politics.
As a matter of fact I don't like politics. I really don't. I think it's so jaded now and everybody has to follow the party line.
The party currently is about fund-raising and occasionally blasting out ads.
I have to take care of myself because if you get sick, you still have to work. I'm not much a party animal, anyway. I lay low.
The only sound approach to collective bargaining is to work out an agreement that clarifies the rights and responsibilities of the parties, establishes principles and operates to the advantage of all concerned.
Social media is about friending someone so they'll invite you to a party or get you a job. If that's the work, Snapchat is the playground.
I didn't work for Jimmy Carter all those years to go to cocktail parties. I was there as a political adviser, a short-order cook, to work on topical matters.
People from both political parties have long recognized that welfare without work creates negative incentives that lead to permanent poverty. It robs people of self-esteem.
New Zealand, by the way, where I was ambassador, has had two women prime ministers - one from either party.
I left the Democratic Party basically on issues of national security during the end of the Vietnam War.
Before the war is ended, the war party assumes the divine right to denounce and silence all opposition to war as unpatriotic and cowardly.
We can have a World War, I see absolutely no reason why we shouldn't have a World Party.
Causing any damage or harm to one party in order to help another party is not justice, and likewise, attacking all feminine conduct [in order to warn men away from individual women who are deceitful] is contrary to the truth, just as I will show you ...
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Slim is queer and though Nelson isn't supposed to mind that he does. He also minds that there are a couple of slick blacks making it at the party and that one little white girl with that grayish kind of sharp-chinned Polack face from the south side o...
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Does it stand, but not straight enough? Is there a bend in the tool? Leaning left like the Marxist-Leninist Party? To the right, like the Jan Sangh fascists? Or wobbling mindlessly in the middle, like the Congress Party? Fear not, for it can be strai...
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