Right. Yes. An old friend of the Obamas joining them in DC to perform one of the least important jobs in the White House and then leaving after a year is basically just like Harrier Miers and Alberto Gonzales making a complete mockery of the concept of public service and Vince Foster killing himself.
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12 March 2010
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10:10
New York City accounted for 45 percent of the state’s income and 47 percent of its income tax payments in 2007.
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0:50
Opera Mini is SWEET. You don’t even know. [Improved Functionality]
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0:18
Remember how CHANGE was beneath Obama’s iconic picture in campaign posters. How about if you saw PRAGMATISM underneath? Would he have won with that?
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11 March 2010
Whatever, this song rules.
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13:39
Now, to you that may sound like a very obvious and uncontroversial acknowledgement that a free society will never be able to ensure its ‘security’ as effectively as a police state. But to Dana Perino and Bill Burck, that is proof that ‘Mirandizing terrorists’ will lead to the fiery violent death of literally everyone in America.
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12:58
We are happy to set the record straight.
—Daily Mail, after reporting that it was super-easy to be pretend-child-molested on the Facebook when it was in fact some other social network thingamabob
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11:22
It’s not nuanced, smart or ‘pragmatic’; it’s craven, unprincipled, cynical and weak.
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9:18
Myth versus reality of New York cycling, motoring
Mercedes’s fantasy of coked-up urban cycling and mellow urban motoring
Amazingly, they admit that their 268 horsepower machines are slower than bicycles for moving people around a city. The new lie is that their vehicles are chambers of urban relaxation, calmly piloted by zen masters who are so over that traffic they’re stuck in. Ha.
If city motorists are chill with always being stuck in traffic, why are they constantly honking their horns? I can literally hear car horns as I type this. Like every morning, car commuters are queuing up for the systematic traffic jams they inflict upon themselves. Unlike the ad’s mellow motorman hero, none of them are listening to smooth jazz and accepting the fact that their fat vehicles can not fit through the streets any faster than they do. Instead they howl and complain through their factory equipped crybaby-megaphones, all gassed-up and throwing a tantrum.
In a few minutes I’ll be coasting past them on a $125 bicycle. I won’t need to jostle with taxis, put myself in danger, or ride on sidewalks because—why the hell would I do that? It’s going to take me 25 minutes like it does every day, I’ll get a little bit of exercise without mussing my hair, and then I’ll be where I need to be.
Or take it from this guy who was riding a bicycle in New York long before luxury foreign suvmakers perceived bicycling Americans as a threat to their business:
Actual New Yorker’s experience riding on bicycles and in motorcars
“It releases endorphins in your system or something—I don’t know, look it up.”
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8:45
RT @pk11: this time for real: #akka switched to sbt: http://bit.ly/bPKjBG
