Early signs are Obama has to guard his left (Code Pink Obama Bolivia Venezuela Syria Cuba Iran)

SFGate ^ | November 14, 2008 | Carla Marinucci

[potlatch]

Little Caesar, lol, give him a 'pizza pie in the sky'. Very attractive text devolve.

[Syncro]

Actually she did have a long affair with Lew Rockwell

Sources say that Sheehan met Lew Rockwell in an Internet chatroom, and exchanged 600 text mail messages before her husband learned of the affair through phone records.

I knew a woman who's husband noticed she was hooking up with guys on the internet by collecting info from their computer.

He divorced her and she consoled herself with the guys she met on the www.

[devolve]

Good post potlatch

[potlatch]

Thanks, I thought the pie was cute.

[devolve]

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It is

FR is running slow for me today

And I’m running slower!

[potlatch]

[FR is running slow for me today]

Maybe you need to punch your F8 key 10 times and yell ‘OLE’ or something. FR is clickety click for me today, fast.

YOU are another matter, lol. Ask the Energizer Bunny, heh.

[Coleus]

i like your homepage.

[ETL]

Thanks. Feel free to use anything I have there. After all, it isn’t really mine. :) Pass it around.

[SunkenCiv]

The left has no idea what it has brought down on its own head. They, and the partisan media shills, really have no idea what “Hardball” is.

But, apropos of nothing, something from Orwell’s “1984”:

[sni] After confessing to these things they had been pardoned, reinstated in the Party, and given posts which were in fact sinecures but which sounded important. All three had written long, abject articles in The Times, analysing the reasons for their defection and promising to make amends.

Some time after their release Winston had actually seen all three of them in the Chestnut Tree Cafe. He remembered the sort of terrified fascination with which he had watched them out of the corner of his eye. They were men far older than himself, relics of the ancient world, almost the last great figures left over from the heroic days of the Party. The glamour of the underground struggle and the civil war still faintly clung to them. He had the feeling, though already at that time facts and dates were growing blurry, that he had known their names years earlier than he had known that of Big Brother. But also they were outlaws, enemies, untouchables, doomed with absolute certainty to extinction within a year or two. No one who had once fallen into the hands of the Thought Police ever escaped in the end. [end]