I've given books of stamps, too. New dishtowels. Gift certs to Michael's if

I first heard of it today, they're blaming it on the cost of gas to deliver mail. At least this time I won't have all my bills returned for a stupid 1 cent more postage, like happened last time.

In the way home from school last night, I had to run into the Ameristop to get a gallon of Orange Juice.

Well, as I was pulling in, this lady (about 25) was walking in, sort of rough looking girl.

Well, she was ahead of me in line then and she got her food stamps out, and typically this kind of thing makes me upset. Because, you could see physically anyway, there was nothing wrong with her.

But, maybe there was....... or maybe she lost her job, and is trying to manage. Not that I was being nosey or anything, but there she had 2 Gallons of Milk, Sausage and Biscuit Dough. So, maybe she was trying to get breakfast for her family in the morning. So now all of a sudden I feel guilty.

But, if we weren't in these hard economic times where jobs were scarce, I typically wouldnt be as understanding, because I do feel Welfare is Abused.

What about you?

THEN, another thing......... maybe you will know, Sometimes you see Welfare people ahead of you in line at the grocery store or something, and they ALWAYS have "Name-brand" in their cart. Never Store Brand. Well I shouldnt say Never, but it always seems like your name brands.

Unfairenheit 9/11The lies of Michael Moore.

Moore: Trying to have it three ways
One of the many problems with the American left, and indeed of the American left, has been its image and self-image as something rather too solemn, mirthless, herbivorous, dull, monochrome, righteous, and boring. How many times, in my old days at The Nation magazine, did I hear wistful and semienvious ruminations? Where was the radical Firing Line show? Who will be our Rush Limbaugh? I used privately to hope that the emphasis, if the comrades ever got around to it, would be on the first of those and not the second. But the meetings themselves were so mind-numbing and lugubrious that I thought the danger of success on either front was infinitely slight.

Nonetheless, it seems that an answer to this long-felt need is finally beginning to emerge. I exempt AL Franken's unintentionally funny Air America network, to which I gave a couple of interviews in its early days. There, one could hear the reassuring noise of collapsing scenery and tripped-over wires and be reminded once again that correct politics and smooth media presentation are not even distant cousins. With Michael Moore's Fahrenheit 9/11, however, an entirely new note has been struck. Here we glimpse a possible fusion between the turgid routines of MoveOn.org and the filmic standards, if not exactly the filmic skills, of Sergei Eisenstein or Leni Riefenstahl.

To describe this film as dishonest and demagogic would almost be to promote those terms to the level of respectability. To describe this film as a piece of crap would be to run the risk of a discourse that would never again rise above the excremental. To describe it as an exercise in facile crowd-pleasing would be too obvious. Fahrenheit 9/11 is a sinister exercise in moral frivolity, crudely disguised as an exercise in seriousness. It is also a spectacle of abject political cowardice masking itself as a demonstration of "dissenting" bravery.

I'm sorry but I am writing letters to every single sponsor of his and to the NFL and the Falcons.

If I could, I would treat him the same way he has allowed those poor dogs to be treated.

We just moved to the country, but when we lived in town, she jumped the fence I don't know how many times. When she wants in the house, it's not enough to simply scratch on the door, she has to jump six feet in the air and basically throw herself into the door.

I just get so frustrated. I was at friends house who has a golden retriever and they have a little bell hanging from their back doorknob and when their dog wants out, he simple rings the bell and same thing on the outside of the door too. I was incredulous. How did they get their dog to do that?!?!?!

I grew up with Michael Jackson. Used to watch the Jackson 5 cartoons in the 70s when I was a little kid. Then bought his first solo album, Off the Wall. Was watching the Apollo special when he moonwalked for the first time on stage. Bought Thriller as a teenager in the 80s and was just a huge, big-haired fan. It's like a part of my childhood just died.

And who can forget Farrah? I loved Charlie's Angels. Remember when she came back to acting after Charlie's Angels in the Burning Bed? Who knew she was more than just a sex symbol on a poster?!?!?! She fought such a courageous battle against her cancer.