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So, North Dakotan boom towns are a combination of Gangs of New York and Robocop, with explosive lightning? And they're going to cause two decades of growth and far less unemployment, and money? Okay, I'm willing to risk it. Likely many Dakotans are also willing to risk it, but feel free to explain to them how you know better Ms. Editorial Writer. By the way, that at the end there was the worst tagline ever. Try a classic: "WHO WILL SURVIVE...AND WHAT WILL BE LEFT OF THEM?"
I want to hear more about the death and decay that must be composted to make a season of optimal growth. It sounds like that's where the fun is.
A Marxist is someone who reads Marx. An anti-Marxist is someone who understands Marx.
(Rejiggered from the Reagan original)
"I doubt this senate candidate understands how truly absurd a person she really is."
Oh sweet Robert, you´re projecting all over your beard.
"Just try to imagine Fiorina ever asking for sacrifice. Right, you can’t."
Well no kidding. On the other hand I don´t have to "picture" you asking for sacrifice since I can read. If I wanted to picture something I´d picture you, Robert, standing on top of an Aztec temple with a bleeding heart in both hands, beard looking every bit as silly in this new context as it does now. There were probably cynics back then, too. But not for long.
That picture of Paul Haeder is surely worth 1,000 asinine editorials in that it gets across the same, um, "ideas", so why not just print the picture instead of his next one and use the rest of the space for ads? Times are tough. Do think about it.
“[Today] we’ve hit the balance of identifying substantive figures, and not just bringing out some Steven King-like figure of airport literature.”
Hey there Tony Flinn, ENGLISH PROFESSOR, how is being a failed writer working out for you? Bitterly, eh? Ah well. Have you tenure yet? If not now, then soon. And then you can be paid to be a failure for the rest of your life, how nice. You´ll never have to get a real job, which means you´ll never have to go anywhere, which means you´ll never be exposed to the literature of the airways. Again, how nice for you. What´s nice for the rest of us is reading Stephen (get the spelling right, Inlander) King´s "On Writing," a book which makes your, eh heh heh, chosen profession that much more worthless.
But you´ll always have Get Lit, and you can always dream of being invited as a Writer instead of just being that guy who is always hanging around.
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