What is history but the story of how politicians have squandered the blood and treasure of the human race?
They invented the All-Star game for Willie Mays.
The likes of Frank Lampard and John Terry at Chelsea, English players with proper status at a club, they're going to be like the dodo bird. Extinct.
I've watched a lot of my friends die, everyone from John Belushi, River Phoenix to Chris Farley. It just keeps going on and on.
Coexistence and personal peace are at the heart of global peace and harmony.
WHILE THE WORLD'S ASLEEP, ANGELS REFUSE TO SLEEP!
The use of rape and enslavement as weapons of war MUST END!
There's nothing that cleanses your soul like getting the hell kicked out of you.
Pop knew absolutely nothing about pro football.
Without censorship, things can get terribly confused in the public mind.
The military lead turbulent lives, but they are people like everybody else.
Militarily, we succeeded in Vietnam. We won every engagement we were involved in out there.
The Vietnam memorial is a masterpiece. The names of the dead are listed there, chronologically. Just the names.
I think this notion that public enterprises do not work and therefore nationalization will be a disaster, I mean, it's not supported by evidence.
May hard work, and justice, always cement our bonds of unity that we may get our country back to production.
We need a national infrastructure bank to rebuild our crumbling highways and water and sewer systems, thereby putting additional people back to work.
The only way back toward a democracy and economy that work for the majority is for most of us to get politically active once again, becoming organized and mobilized.
It is safe to say that when people are short on cash, they might be less productive at work, be worse parents, and have less self-control.
I wasn't the brightest kid, not by a long shot. I was interested in football, in girls, in getting my work done with the least amount of effort.
I confront the European elite's self-image as tolerant 'while under their noses women are living like slaves.
The women who inspired this play deserved to be smacked across the head with a meat ax and that, I flatter myself, is exactly what I smacked them with.
