Posted on 03/12/2016 12:52:14 PM PST by Trumpinator
Did you ever see the size of those cookpots in Africa?
Bafflegab el garbl doo?
I have Donald's theme song. Even if Petty is a leftard, he can afford to buy it.
Good man. And after sunset Tuesday, we'll all band together and work on our strategy for the General.
yep
Guess some folks out there still don’t believe the radicalization of some in America.
Yes.
More news to process, but you are not going to sell me the idea that my guy, the stoutest and most consistent candidate in the race, has turned into Tom Coburn/Marco Rubio overnight.
That business about what you guys called Cruz's tepid response to Alinskyite/RevCom/BLM provocation at Trump's rally is b.s. -- Cruz ran into Medea Benjamin and her Pinkos at one of his own rallies last year, and he managed to turn the situation around by talking to her. That might work with Code Pink but not with Avakian's RevCom bunch -- but that's why he does what he does. He works to defuse and de-escalate situations the riotmaster like Sharpton send people to chum up and inflame, so that the attempt to start a big fight fails.
I might not want to play it the way he does in a situation like that, but it's documented that that's what he does, and he deserves better than to be blackguarded by you guys because you want to haul out the brass knucks instead. You might give Cruz a chance to do it his way, and to criticize Trump in a situation where they disagree on fundamental ground rules for dealing with Alinskyite disruptors.
Actually, he may not have.
Cruz has dealt with Code Pink disruptors successfully in the recent past, and he has a way of engaging with them peacefully and civilly without bringing out the brass knucks and police batons and pepper spray.
He won't win every confrontation like that; some of the Communists and SEIU types won't let him. But until he fails, you might give consideration to doing things Cruz's way w/r/t the Alinskyites -- or at least not criticizing him when he does.
He really means it, I think, about playing into Sharpton's and Obama's hands. You might give it some thought, and put aside your U.S. Cavalry catalogs for a bit.
Nice picture of the anti Trump supporter walking on the American flag. Ted Cruz is making very strange bed fellows in his attempts to manipulate his way to the nomination.
Why, that's a blasted lie! They've got Ebola, dengue, zika, Marburg, malaria, lhassa fever, and AIDS. They've also got an army of guys sitting on stolen government funds that they'd like to share with you!
Who needs peace, prosperity, industriousness, and spaceflight capabilities, and an auto industry?
That was a reporterette from Breitbart.
And yes, she got rough treatment, she showed the bruising on her arm where she was grabbed. It was a real deal, and it happened. At a Trump event. Some security mook didn't know who/what she was and took her for a fence-jumper or a Code Pinko or something.
You're awful short on cred, n00b, to be talking smack like that.
Cruz does not take the position you viciously ascribe to him. He is nobody's "lord and master", 'cept maybe his kids'. And he certainly doesn't take the position on 1A you describe so invidiously.
He engages lefty trolls with debate, his strongest card, and keeps it civil. He criticizes Trump for bareknuckle speech which will eventually lead to bareknuckle action in any venue infilled by the Left, which is what the Alinskyites want.
His message to Trump supporters and conservatives generally is, don't let Red street thugs play you with designed plays that are as old as Lenin and Trotsky. Don't take off the gloves and pull out baseball bats when these guys show up to challenge you. Use your brains instead -- comparative advantage!
And for this you abuse him?
I probably would have a tough time restraining myself if a Communist goon got his grille up in my face -- I'm too old to take an ass-whipping, so I'd probably have to settle for killing him -- but that's what they want, to expend their mindless idiots in the street for sympathy votes and political advantage. Trump's making a sucker play when he promises them a four-star ass-beating.
Paul Robeson was only their first "name" catch; they paraded him everywhere (you see him frequently on PBS today). They went after MLK, too, which kept J. Edgar Hoover and the Kennedys up nights.
Mensa offered me a membership; but I found out what it would cost me.
I’m too smart to join Mensa!
You act like a 12 year old video player with the noob stuff. MY opinion is just as valid as yours about backstabber Cruz.
“Mensa offered me a membership”
A counselor I know said I could/should join, and she’d start the paperwork for me. I didn’t even go so far as to check the cost. Wasn’t interested. Like you, I’m too smart to join Mensa.
Some years ago, after considerable urging, I consented to join a prominent theatrical organization. By an odd coincidence, it was called the Delaney Club. Here, I thought, within these hallowed walls of Thespis, we would sit of an evening with our Napoleon brandies and long-stemmed pipes and discuss Chaucer, Charles Lamb, Ruskin, Voltaire, Booth, the Barrymores, Duse, Shakespeare, Bernhardt and all the other legendary figures of the theatre and literature. The first night I went there, I found thirty-two fellows playing gin rummy with marked cards, five members shooting loaded dice on a suspiciously bumpy carpet and four members in separate phone booths calling women who were other members' wives.
A few nights later the club had a banquet. I don't clearly remember what the occasion was. I think it was to honor one of the members who had successfully managed to evade the police for over a year. The dining tables were long and narrow, and unless you arrived around three in the afternoon you had no control over who your dinner companion was going to be. That particular night I was sitting next to a barber who had cut me many times, both socially and with a razor. At one point he looked slowly around the room, then turned to me and said, "Groucho, we're certainly getting a lousy batch of new members!"
I chose to ignore this remark and tried talking to him about Chaucer, Ruskin and Shakespeare, but he had switched to denouncing electric razors as a death blow to the tonsorial arts, so I dried up and resumed drinking. The following morning I sent the club a wire stating, PLEASE ACCEPT MY RESIGNATION. I DON'T WANT TO BELONG TO ANY CLUB THAT WILL ACCEPT ME AS A MEMBER.
(G. Marx, 1959: 320-321) http://www.16-9.dk/2007-02/side11_inenglish.htm
Without appologising for being egotistical, I shall make the history of so much of my own life, as has elapsed since I saw you, the subject of this letter. And by the way I now discover, that, in order to give a full and inteligible account of the things I have done and suffered since I saw you, I shall necessarily have to relate some that happened before.
It was, then, in the autumn of 1836, that a married lady of my acquaintance, [2] and who was a great friend of mine, being about to pay a visit to her father and other relatives residing in Kentucky, proposed to me, that on her return she would bring a sister [3] of hers with her, upon condition that I would engage to become her brother-in-law with all convenient dispach. I, of course, accepted the proposal; for you know I could not have done otherwise, had I really been averse to it; but privately between you and me, I was most confoundedly well pleased with the project. I had seen the said sister some three years before, thought her inteligent and agreeable, and saw no good objection to plodding life through hand in hand with her. Time passed on, the lady took her journey and in due time returned, sister in company sure enough. This stomached me a little; for it appeared to me, that her coming so readily showed that she was a trifle too willing; but on reflection it occured to me, that she might have been prevailed on by her married sister to come, without any thing concerning me ever having been mentioned to her; and so I concluded that if no other objection presented itself, I would consent to wave this. All this occured upon my hearing of her arrival in the neighbourhood; for, be it remembered, I had not yet seen her, except about three years previous, as before mentioned.
In a few days we had an interview, and although I had seen her before, she did not look as my immagination had pictured her. I knew she was over-size, but she now appeared a fair match for Falstaff; I knew she was called an ``old maid'', and I felt no doubt of the truth of at least half of the appelation; but now, when I beheld her, I could not for my life avoid thinking of my mother; and this, not from withered features, for her skin was too full of fat, to permit its contracting in to wrinkles; but from her want of teeth, weather-beaten appearance in general, and from a kind of notion that ran in my head, that nothing could have commenced at the size of infancy, and reached her present bulk in less than thirtyfive or forty years; and, in short, I was not all pleased with her. But what could I do? I had told her sister that I would take her for better or for worse; and I made a point of honor and conscience in all things, to stick to my word, especially if others had been induced to act on it, which in this case, I doubted not they had, for I was now fairly convinced, that no other man on earth would have her, and hence the conclusion that they were bent on holding me to my bargain. Well, thought I, I have said it, and, be consequences what they may, it shall not be my fault if I fail to do it. At once I determined to consider her my wife; and this done, all my powers of discovery were put to the rack, in search of perfections in her, which might be fairly set-off against her defects. I tried to immagine she was handsome, which, but for her unfortunate corpulency, was actually true. Exclusive of this, no woman that I have seen, has a finer face. I also tried to convince myself, that the mind was much more to be valued than the person; and in this, she was not inferior, as I could discover, to any with whom I had been acquainted.
Shortly after this, without attempting to come to any positive understanding with her, I set out for Vandalia, where and when you first saw me. During my stay there, I had letters from her, which did not change my opinion of either her intelect or intention; but on the contrary, confirmed it in both.
All this while, although I was fixed ``firm as the surge repelling rock'' in my resolution, I found I was continually repenting the rashness, which had led me to make it. Through life I have been in no bondage, either real or immaginary from the thraldom of which I so much desired to be free.
After my return home, I saw nothing to change my opinion of her in any particular. She was the same and so was I. I now spent my time between planing how I might get along through life after my contemplated change of circumstances should have taken place; and how I might procrastinate the evil day for a time, which I really dreaded as much---perhaps more, than an irishman does the halter.
After all my suffering upon this deeply interesting subject, here I am, wholly unexpectedly, completely out of the ``scrape''; and I now want to know, if you can guess how I got out of it. Out clear in every sense of the term; no violation of word, honor or conscience. I dont believe you can guess, and so I may as well tell you at once. As the lawyers say, it was done in the manner following, towit. After I had delayed the matter as long as I thought I could in honor do, which by the way had brought me round into the last fall, I concluded I might as well bring it to a consumation without further delay; and so I mustered my resolution, and made the proposal to her direct; but, shocking to relate, she answered, No. At first I supposed she did it through an affectation of modesty, which I thought but ill-become her, under the peculiar circumstances of her case; but on my renewal of the charge, I found she repeled it with greater firmness than before. I tried it again and again, but with the same success, or rather with the same want of success. I finally was forced to give it up, at which I verry unexpectedly found myself mortified almost beyond endurance. I was mortified, it seemed to me, in a hundred different ways. My vanity was deeply wounded by the reflection, that I had so long been too stupid to discover her intentions, and at the same time never doubting that I understood them perfectly; and also, that she whom I had taught myself to believe no body else would have, had actually rejected me with all my fancied greatness; and to cap the whole, I then, for the first time, began to suspect that I was really a little in love with her. But let it all go. I'll try and out live it. Others have been made fools of by the girls; but this can never be with truth said of me. I most emphatically, in this instance, made a fool of myself. I have now come to the conclusion never again to think of marrying; and for this reason; I can never be satisfied with any one who would be block-head enough to have me.
When you receive this, write me a long yarn about something to amuse me. Give my respects to Mr. Browning. Your sincere friend
Mrs. O. H. Browning. A. LINCOLN
[1] ALS, CSmH. The wife of Orville H. Browning of Quincy, Illinois, (nee Eliza Caldwell) was like her husband a native of Kentucky. The Brownings were married in 1836, and in the same year Browning was elected state senator from Adams County. Their political careers beginning only two years apart, Lincoln and Browning were to remain closely associated throughout Lincoln's life, and on the social side Mrs. Browning remained one of Lincoln's most valued friends.
[2] Mrs. Bennett Abell.
[3] Miss Mary S. Owens. See Lincoln's letters (supra) of December 13, 1836; May 7, 1837; August 16, 1837.
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