Word For The Day, Monday, 7/1/02

The Verbivores | 7/1/02 | Teacher

[RikaStrom]

In order that we might all raise the level of discourse and expand our language abilities, here is the daily post of “word for the day”. Rules: Everyone must leave a post using the “word of the day”; in a sentence. The sentence must, in some way, relate to the news of the day. The Review threads are linked for your edification. ;-) Practice makes perfect.....post on....

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claque \KLACK\, noun:
claques; plural

1. A group hired to applaud at a performance.
2. A group of fawning admirers.
He cultivated the "Georgetown set" of leading journalists and columnists and had them cheering for him as if he had hired a claque.
--Theodore Draper, "Little Heinz And Big Henry," New York Times, September 6, 1992

Etymology: French, from claquer to clap, of imitative origin. Date: 1864

[RikaStrom]

Oh gross. A+

[RikaStrom]

Hmmmm

A+

[CholeraJoe]

Morning, Miss Rika. The Democratic claque was in abundance at Gore's appearance over the weekend.

[NeoCaveman]

Finesse is for the New York City Ballet, not the Army and Marines. Raw force applied ferociously works. War is about combat boots, not ballet slippers. And the only dancing required in Iraq is Saddam dancing at the end of a rope.

Good article.

[TxBec]

had to let the dog out.. missed part of it.. he's still talking. mainly talking about his achievements right now.

[hobbes1]

Yes. The drumbeat grows louder....

[NeoCaveman]

Good morning Teach

Couldn't on say that Clinton's kneepad wearin supporters got that claque?

[TxBec]

He's leaving.

[RikaStrom]

Oh I'm sorry I missed that, it sounded like fun!

[RikaStrom]

LOL, you betcha. That was just what I was thinking!

A+

[LonePalm]

Good Morning All,

Curtis Sliwa, of Guardian Angels fame, is one of our morning drive-time hosts on WABC 770AM in NYC. He reported this morning that according to a trustworthyness survey, 55% of respondents thought journalists were less trustworthy than used car dealers.

Anchors and writers and squealers,
Won't challenge the lib faith healers.
They yackity-yak,
This liberal claque,
Most folks put trust in car dealers.

Garde la Foi, mes amis! Nous nous sommes les sauveurs de la République! Maintenant et Toujours!
(Keep the Faith, my friends! We are the saviors of the Republic! Now and Forever!)
LonePalm, le Républicain du verre cassé (The Broken Glass Republican)

[RikaStrom]

``If he were to do this again ... he would not be so guarded. He would let it rip and let the chips fall where they may,'' Korge quoted Gore as saying.

Yeah, right.

A+

[RikaStrom]

LOL, I suppose you could say that, but his medical records were never release......

[Robert A Cook PE]

So it is apparently more important to "support teachers" (the Teacher's Unions, that is!) rather than support real reforms (and vouchers!) that would help the kids.

Typical democrats..... All flacked up and no place to go but the indulgent press.

[doubled]

While persuing his avidity
Doubled didn't exhibit stupidity.
He helped form a claque
For the firefighter's attack
And left Deadwood with rapidity.

Miss Strom, I hope this makes up for missing class on Friday. It was an interesting trip. After going to Deadwood for 12 years this is the first time I have been run out of town.

[Robert A Cook PE]

Homework:

Any good dentist knows that decay and corrosion must be forcibly removed to prevent further damage.

Good intentions, and nice smelling mouthwash don't do the job: it requires daily scrubbing, rinsing, and hard flossing to remove the claque that infests our liberal politcal commentators.

[NeoCaveman]

It looks like OBL's very own claque is moving to Virginia.

It's OK, I'm sure they are peaceful(TM) (/sarcasm)

[Argh]

GREAT MOMENTS IN HISTORY FROM AN INSOMNIAC:

Miss Rika to Marconi: "Listen, if you don’t hurry up and invent the radio, I’ll NEVER get to listen to Fred Allen…"

The Lone Ranger: "You two men go that way, the rest of you men follow me. Oh, sorry, Miss Rika!"
Miss Rika: "That’s quite all right, Lone, don’t mention i…Tonto, GET YOUR HAND OUT OF THERE!"
Tonto: "Wasn’t hand. Me want reparations."
Suddenly, up rides Bat Masterson, who looks nothing like Gene Barry…

Did you know Ford County and Dodge City lawman William Bartholomew 'Bat' Masterson was born in Henryville, Quebec, Canada, on November 26, 1853 and died at his New York Morning Telegraph desk on October 25, 1921 where he wrote a sports column? Although I remembered reading when I was a kid that he died of a heart attack at a New York radio station, courtesy of what was allegedly Mr. Marconi’s invention. (Yes, I know about Tesla and others, please don’t send me indignant messages, I never said this would be a totally accurate history…)

So Peggy Lee gets to Music Heaven, and finds Jerry Garcia’s still stoned, so she informs Elvis as to whom his daughter married, and the King looks even more stunned than he did back in the 50’s. (Yes, I know that look was supposed to be sexy…)

So Olive Oyl says to Popeye, who although he’s supposed to be a sailorman actually spends all day regurgitating spinach into cans,…

Jack Cassidy, snarling (humourously) at a dumb game show audience who just booed one of his jokes: "Buncha communists!"

Speaking of Jack Cassidy, did you ever see his wife at the time, Shirley Jones, in "The Music Man"? Ever wonder why she looked so yummy in that? Apparently she was pregnant with Shaun Cassidy at the time, but only her wardrobe woman knew about the condition. So when she and Robert Preston (alleged homosectional, sorry about that if you didn’t know) finished their kiss on the bridge, Preston pulled back and said, "What the hell was that?" Apparently our foetus Shaun kicked Mr. Preston in the stomach right through his mom’s uterus. (Yes, you lurking dims, I know it couldn’t have happened because foeti aren’t alive…) But believe me, if your correspondent Argh could’ve gotten anywhere near Shirley’s uterus at about that time, he wouldn’t have kicked!

Oh, sorry, that isn’t Shirley Jones, that’s Shirley Eaton

who got painted gold

by Auric Goldfinger. "Auric Goldfinger"??? "Auric"? Very punny, Mr. Fleming. Hahahah! If you see Elvis, tell him to relax, they’re splitsville now! You call that a name? Well, I suppose "Pussy Galore" is even worse.

So Raquel couldn’t act, but go here to find out why her claque all said: WHO CARES?

OK. Now that I got ‘way off topic I’m awake now. Time to go back to bed.

[RikaStrom]

Now that's scary, more people trust a slimey used car salesman.

A+

[Robert A Cook PE]

What frightens me ...

Is that not only could I follow that derailed train of logic, but that I agree with him about Raquel.