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Amazing what a record rainfall can do for cleaning up the air around here. Call it Mother Nature’s version of the Ionic Breeze.
As if one needed any more examples of why the Democrats in the end just can’t be taken seriously on the issue of national security, I submit for your consideration this and this.
This is a strange story, but anything people can do to make sure we never forget what happened on 9/11, I think, is a good thing…
Without a Tiger in the field, does anyone really care what happens at the Honda Classic? No, I didn’t think so…
Even with the most recent revelations about his off-the-diamond exploits, I still think Barry Bonds is, and should be, a given for the Baseball Hall of Fame. And, for that matter, so should Pete Rose. After all, if character truly mattered, why is Ty Cobb there? The H of F should simply be about what you do on the diamond during your career – after that, you’re on your own. For those like Barry and Pete, between a well-deserved banishment from baseball once they’re done and them having to look themselves in the mirror every day, that should be sufficient punishment in itself.
And speaking of Hall of Famers, this was a good choice. This about sums their body of work up:
Throughout the years, Blondie has lovingly blurred the lines between many genres of music, including punk, disco, new wave, rap and reggae — with rock forming the group’s sturdy foundation.
Blondie was always hard to pin down musically. Their albums Parallel Lines and Eat to the Beat are fine examples of what they did so well: punk, power pop, girl-group retro, and disco. I’m sure my friend Jerome would second that, also adding their song “Happy Dog” to that list.
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