Crank that Mike Gravel
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Ms. Weiss is a great lady. I have not seen her in years until now but she is as passionate about life as she appears to be in this segment. Regardless of whomever we support it sure was nice to see her again.FiremanSteve, how did you let Ms. Weiss slip out of your life? What were you thinking??
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Inside the boat are the day's supplies: two sticks for clubbing the nutria, a .22-caliber rifle for shooting wild ones and a pair of hedge clippers to clip the tails."There's two things them nutria don't like: that rifle and that stick," he said, throwing another pair of deceased rodents on board and steadying himself on the marsh with a walking pole.
"All these canals last year, they were filled with nutria," Naquin said. "Now they ain't here no more. I put a hurt on 'em."
How we roll, son. How we roll.
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His legacy will live on in the murky underworld of online message boards and YouTube tribute videos. Perhaps there will be a candlelight vigil or state funeral at Churchill Downs. Some attention-seeking (or just nuts) mayor will declare “Barbaro Day” in his or her city. And Barbaro’s closest relative, his as-yet-unnamed brother, will be adopted as his successor, the Eli to his Peyton.
Let them eat paste.
Correlation...or causation?
It's wonderful to know that the Maroon has such clout in political and faux-sporting circles, but I must take issue with the proposed plan. Those who knew Barbaro best--his deranged fans, his caretakers, and his fellow horsey friends--won't remember him for his Kentucky Derby victory. A 6 1/2-length margin is great--almost unprecedented--but his real legacy lies outside the arena. It was his vulnerability that made him special, his ultimate mortality that made him, well, immortal.
If he hadn't squashed his leg like a bag of delicious Napa Valley grapes, he'd be just another horse. The point at which he made the leap from illiterate, idiot athlete to spiritual icon came at the precise moment in which he was sapped of all of his powers. His supporters could conceive of any number of glorious scenarios for his aborted career, and who's to convince them otherwise? But it was the Preakness defeat that gave cause to those dreams, not the Derby victory.
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You see this man? The one on the left? The one who appears entirely unfazed by the immediate presence of Christopher "Ludacris" Bridges, hip-hop icon and sometimes actor? The one with the power tie and pale complexion and a steely glaze that could cut through mountains of granite? That man?Labels: Al Gore, Gandalf the Gray, great americans, nobel laureates
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