Friday, May 19, 2017

Clemency: A dangerous legacy?


This business of Bradley/ Chelsea Manning getting a pardon for treason is incomprehensible. What the hell was B. Hussain Obama thinking when he deemed to set free a person who betrayed his/her country and put us all at risk? And what about our intelligence agents overseas?

I remember seeing, a number of years ago, a movie in which a foreign agent acquired a list of American agents working in Europe. A number of agents were done in by agents from Russia and other enemies of the U.S. Of course the star of the movie got away but only by the skin of his teeth. I must apologize for a failing memory, but I do not remember the name of the movie.

Not only is the pardoning of Manning a travesty (there should be a rule that states when a dangerous  convict  is set free by an irresponsible president, the next president, or an act of Congress) has license to revoke the discharge and return the dangerous criminal to jail where he/ she belongs.) But Obama set free nearly 2,000 prisoners, many convicted of serious crimes, like rape and murder, treason, of course, being the most heinous. There’s something to be said for the concern of Obama in attempting to empty federal prisons of nonviolent criminals, which he claimed was his intent. There are many stories of people (and not just minorities) receiving long sentences for paltry crimes. This should be rectified. No one should be in prison for twenty or thirty years for having a couple of joints in his pocket. And judges should be barred for handing out such sentences.

But when Presidents consider  clemency for hard-boiled felons, he should have an eye on public safety. A couple of reasons why should suffice to illustrate the point.  Some of you may be old enough to remember the 1988 presidential campaign, Republican George H.W. Bush vs. Democrat Michael Dukakis. Dukakis had just vetoed legislation that would nix a controversial weekend furlough program in Massachusetts. One prisoner chosen to participate in the program was a guy named Willie Horton, a convicted murderer. Horton went on the road and did not return to prison. He did, however, kidnap a man and his girlfriend, stab the man and rape the woman, then steal the man’s car. Dukakis’ continued support of the furlough program cost him the election. Horton’s case is the most notorious, but there are plenty of others. For instance, Arkansas Governor Mike Huckabee can tell you about Maurice Clemmons, who was serving a 108-year sentence for robbery and theft. Governor Huckabee commuted his sentence to 47 years in 2000, making Clemmons eligible for parole. Nine years later, in November 2009, Clemmons walked into a Tacoma, Washington-area coffee shop and shot to death four police officers.

An observer of such proceedings must ask just what the hell these presidents think they are doing. If they offer early parole to inmates, why not chose those convicted of less-violent crimes. Chances of success would be must greater. Although the recidivism rate is higher than fifty percent, an opportunity to lower the number must be appealing.  And if one is running for president it may be a wise move to abandon the practice well before the election. (Huckabee lost any chance at a nomination due to his, dare I  say, stupid commutation of Clemmons sentence.

This near-the-end-of-term leniency isn’t the only foolishness these guys are up to. Under Obama’s reign, the U.S Sentencing Commission lowered the guidelines for a broad range of crimes, and made the reductions retroactive.  BO went crazy! The move triggered the largest release of prisoners  in U.S history. Something like 6,000 inmates found themselves free – they had served their sentences! I’ve been insisting for nine years that BO is an idiot – or he has intentions of destroying the country. He couldn’t quite pull it off himself so he’s released a gang of thugs to finish the job. I wonder how many of us will be robbed and killed because of the former president’s poor choices.

Of course, large and small groups of dumb-assed Democrats were (and are) sitting around sipping port wine and some kind of tea exclaiming that those who received pardons and reduced sentences are leading productive and law-abiding lives, and contributing to the community in meaningful ways. Well, maybe half of them are. The other half choose to go back for some of that yummy jail chow.
(I wonder how many of these ex-jailbirds have joined the rioters and anti-Trump crowds who are plaguing

Monday, May 15, 2017

Libs Support the Ridiculous


As has become obvious over the years, Liberals have a fondness for the ridiculous. In fact they sponsor it, and always vote for it when something ridiculous shows up before Congress. These people have no clue as to what is ridiculous and that which makes sense.

To wit:

As most of you know the EPA is crammed right full of Liberals – I don’t know how this fact could possibly escape anyone, given the agency’s track record. It seems that about fifteen years ago a Cornell – yes an Ivy-League school, no less, where professors are supposed to have brains, professor, last name Gregg (first name unremembered) was granted permission to plant trees in Manhattan, and more in the surrounding rural areas. Professor Gregg naturally surmised the trees in the suburbs would grow better than those in the smog-laden, polluted city. But after three years the professor was shown to be wrong. Turns out the trees planted in the city grew much faster than those in the outskirts. Instead of accepting the obvious – that something in the pollution favored tree growth – CO2 perhaps? – the professor hatched a brand-new theory! The researcher theorized that pollution migrated from the city to stunt the growth of the country trees. It was further thought (and I must paraphrase): “I know this sounds crazy but it’s true. City-grown pollution – ozone in particular – is tougher on country trees. It is obvious to me that by the time ozone is formed by the pollution in the city, the air mass has moved out to the suburbs.”

The point here isn’t what caused the trees in the city to grow faster but that this college professor took it upon his-/ herself to make up something to cover for the unexpected evidence – that CO2 – a greenhouse gas - causes plants to grow. Duh!

Oh, by the way, as you probably guessed, the professor was hired by the EPA.

Who says you have to be half-smart to be a teacher? Think the term “dumbing down” is just an expression? The New York State Board of Regents doesn’t think so.

The board will no longer require teachers to pass the Academic Literacy Skills Test (ALST) in order to become certified. After all, why should teachers have to be literate? The ALST proved controversial because black and Hispanic candidates passed it at significantly lower levels than white counterparts. The ruling comes after a federal judge ruled in 2015 that ALST was not biased, because it measured the skills necessary to teach.  Well that didn’t seem to make any sense to the liberal nitwits sitting on the Regents board. In fact, the board ordered that teachers who fail the test measuring practical skills (like lesson planning) to be certified anyway. And if they fall a little short of a passing grade, pass them anyway. This of course will make test taking more fair to prospective teachers, but it would seem to drop students deeper into the hole of ignorance because of dumb teachers. Dumbing down is not the right way to solve the problem of non-white teacher candidates failure to pass qualifying tests. What needs to be done is to make course material available to these people that will enable them to become smarter, hence become better teachers. American education has been sliding for years, and as long as the Regents board continues to make qualifying tests ever easier to pass, it cannot get any better.

If you’re wondering why today’s students have a tough time spelling or adding, look to the Regents board. These sorry liberal thinkers are responsible for the poor performance of both graduates and current students. They need to be replaced.
There are many, many more examples of Liberal idiocy, but there is space here for only a few.  We can explore more in the future.

Monday, May 8, 2017

Liberals Stole Their Education


It saddens me to read the many errors in grammar on Facebook (and other sites as well.) So many words are misspelled, the wrong words are used. And it is mostly adults doing the writing.

 What happened to the ability to correctly spell the words that make up our language ? Is it a simple case of being in a hurry and not caring about proper usage and spelling? I suspect some words are misspelled because the writer doesn’t know the correct spelling. It’s true, sometimes they don’t care, and that’s a shame. What happens when the writer is asked to write an intelligent letter (a resume) or a report for school. College professors are appalled at the lack of ability to spell and use words properly of students "graduating" from high School. I don’t think this is entirely the writer’s fault. I think poor spellers had a lot of help becoming poor spellers. It may have happened like this:

My pal Red State Louie and I were indulging in adult beverages at a patio table at the Golden Gulp and Glug Cocktail Joint in Washington, D.C. We were quietly discussing the political conventions, as were many around us. Politics was in the air!

We were marveling at how easily liberals accept HRC’s excuses for losing the election she was supposed to have won by a landslide. Suddenly, down the street came our barely bearable buddy Pud Politico, a real honest-to-gosh liberal hack. Pud wore a jokers-style hat and vest, checkerboard pants that he thought were the coolest thing around.  He was strumming his lips as he rode in on a skate board, mumbling “Hillary’s Great, Hillary’s Great.” He kicked the board up into his hand and dismounted, a stupid grin stretching his features into a “Gotcha” look. He tucked the board under his arm and flopped down in a chair at our table.

“That Hillary’s great, ain’t she?” he asked no one in particular. “Wow, what a woman, huh, Newshawk?”

“Are we talking about the same person, Pud?”

“Yeah, the woman who should be president, you know the one.”

“Yep, the one who looks and speaks like she wakes up with a bad taste in her mouth every morning.”

“She’d be a great president. Did you hear her concession speech?  Hillary would have made life better for everybody.”

“Pud,” said Red State Louie, “all her campaign rhetoric was the same stuff the Democrats have been promising in every election for at least the past 50 years. More jobs, lower taxes, better healthcare, fix the education system, national security. Yadda, yadda. But there’s been no change.”

“Yep. Yep, that’s right. Democrats are good at promising …” Pud’s eyes were bugging out now as his excitement grew.

“And doing nothing. Liberals have been promising black people a leg up for years – but have never delivered.”

“Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah!,” sputtered Pud. “Why do they keep voting for Democrats then, huh?” This last in the same childish manner of a fourth-grader. We were surprised he didn’t stick his tongue out at us.

“I dunno. It’s obvious the libs have no plans to help blacks – or anyone else, for that matter. If they were they could have made huge changes for the better in the past eight years. Instead, they’ve made everything – and I mean everything – much worse,” I said.

“Yep,” drawled Red State, “healthcare’s a disaster. The economy, no matter how many times they lie about how good it is, is in the tank, and our education system went from being among the best in the world to pretty durn bad.”

“Mister, oh, mister,” called a young woman sitting at the next table over. “Aren’t you the Newshawk?”

“Yes.”

“Would you mind answering a question for me.”

“If I can.”

“In Mrs. Clinton’s speech she spoke briefly about an incident that happened in Philadelphia many years ago. It sounded very important, but I don’t remember hearing about in school. It started with an R, I believe.”

“An important historical event that started with an R?”

“How about the Renaissance?” suggested Red State.

“No, that wasn’t it,” replied the girl.

“Thur was a French explorer named sumthing-or-other Radisson who trapped fur in Canada at one time,” mused Pud. “They named a string of hotels after him – big ones, too,” wiping his nose on his sleeve.

“How about retarded,” I suggested, nodding toward Politico.

“Reconstruction, perhaps,” said Red State.

“Or redistribution. We’ve seen quite a bit if that lately.”

“No, it had a V in it. Rev, something, I think.”

“Oh,” says Red State perking up. “You mean the Revolution. The American Revolution.”

“The what?”  asked the girl, her faced wrinkled in an ’I don’t know what you’re taking about’ way.

“The American Revolution was a war fought here in the United States. Americans were fighting England for their independence and ultimately their – and our – freedom.”

“We had to fight for our freedom?” she asked, taken aback by the idea. “Wow. That’s cool. That makes it so much more precious than just having it. But my dad says we’re losing our freedom.”

“Freedom. Fiddlesticks. Now you’re gonna blame liberals for losing our freedom. Ain’t ya?”

“Just what do you think political correctness is all about,” I asked.

“PC is cool, man. Gives you control over people.”

“Exactly.”

The girl, looking sad, asked, “Why didn’t I learn about the American Revolution in school?”

“The education establishment, owned and operated by democrats, elected to deprive grade school and high school students an awareness of their heritage. It’s much easier to turn young minds against their country when they have no knowledge of it or pride in it,” I explained.

“To bad you and others your age couldn’t sue government agencies involved in stealing your education, but they would never allow it.”

The sad young woman looked around as if lost, then asked, “What can I do?”

Red State and I thought for a minute, then shrugged.

Pud sat picking his nose.

Thursday, April 20, 2017

Are the 2000s Really a Change from the 70s?

I was watching a little TV the other night and a commercial came on advertising  flowers. A man and a woman were carrying flats of flowers across the yard, the wife just jabbering away. The husband wants to know who she talking to.
“The flowers,” she says. “they like it.”
The question that always pops into my head when I hear this stuff, “How do they know?” How can she possibly know those flowers liked hearing her voice – or anyone’s voice, for that matter.  Maybe these were the flowers that developed a spritzer inside to punish those who said something they didn’t want to hear.
I thought about this for a few minutes then suddenly remembered somethings that happened back in the 1970s.
Many of you remember the Wacky Seventies. It was a wild and crazy time. The 70s had Clara Peller howling, “Where’s the beef?” Remember? And The Fonz  standing with a thumb in the air, telling you to “Sit on it!”
And there was Cap’n Crud cereal, Alpoo dog food, Chef Girl-ar-Dee spaghetti (as opposed to Chef Boy-ar-Dee. We had at our disposal  Knockoff’s Sugar Frosted Fakes, Cult .45 beer, Taster’s Choke Coffee, and Chimps Ahoy Cookies.
I think the 70s was the decade in which girls began wearing jeans with large holes so we could see they were really wearing underwear. (Or maybe it was the other way around).
Remember togas, bell-bottom pants, and shirts with huge collars that were seldom buttoned? Remember beads and Roman sandals?
TV was great. We had All in the Family, Happy days, Hawaii Five-O. There was the Dukes of Hazzard, Starsky and Hutch and M*A*S*H*
Some of the best movies were made in the 70s: The Godfather (Parts I and II), Star Wars, Alien, Rocky,  One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, and Jaws
Some hugely popular music arose from the 70s: Rain Drops are Fallin’ on My Head, One, American Woman, Ain’t No Mountain High Enough, and the great Merle Haggard singing “Okie From Muskogee,” and “Bonnie and Clyde.”
Not only entertainment was on the front burner during the 70s. There were giant steps made in the sciences. For space geeks, Stephen Hawking theorized the existence of Black Holes and, most importantly, developed The Big Bang Theory, which has provided us with a really funny sitcom all these years later. Truly wonderful television.
Huge developments occurred in computers. Much progress was made in lasers and electronics. Scientology was hot, as was the Mahareeshi  Maheesh Yogi and Transendental Meditation. (My wife and joined a TM class, and after being giving a near hours lecture on how it was supposed to work, were instructed that under no circumstances were we to divulge our mantra – the word repeated silently to yourself while mediating. We discovered later that everybody had the same mantra! Kind of took the zing out of it)
The Viet Nam War ended in the middle of the decade. “Tricky Dick” Nixon reminded us there were underhanded politicians, with Watergate. Nixon resigned, but we had Woodstock to brighten the times. Thank goodness for Janis Joplin and Jimi Hendrix. Boo to Roe v. Wade.
But I think one of the most important events occurring during the 70s came with the revelation that plants talked to each other and sang to each other. And the most amazing aspect of this was it happened in the Fourth Dimension! Yep, that’s what the girls were telling us. (To clarify, it was college girls who pushed this idea. As you well know, we all operate in the Third Dimension, but the ladies were sure it was the Fourth Dimension the plants were chatting in.) Guys laughed it off as typical female hootspa. But the girls were adamant. Some swore they were privy to the music, and a number of them claimed the conversations were on a higher plane when they were grooving behind other kinds of plants.
It seems to me that as the 70s gave way to the 80s the Talking Plants of the Fourth Dimension faded away also. College kids were wild and wacky forty years ago, but I wonder if there are fewer Snow Flakes. I don’t think they went anywhere, or if they did, THEY’RE BAAACK!
Maybe we should ask them if it’s the grass they’re smoking or the flowers that are singing to them that makes the difference, and why it is the boys have become as flaky as the girls. 
Do You think it's because the 2000s are as wild and wacky as the 60s and the 70s, and do you wonder if they will ever change?

Wednesday, April 12, 2017

The Empty-Headed Blogger

If anyone out there happened to wonder at the lack of solid Conservative reading material (mine)offered lately, I have an excuse.  As mentioned before, there’s been some problems with medications. If you want to feel as though you’re in a nether world, let your blood sugars rage. When blood sugars are out of whack – either too high or too low – it affects your thinking. In fact, it is difficult to form coherent thoughts at all.
A couple of months ago I invited a young fellow over to straighten out my computer, which seems to be in the intermediate stages of developing artificial intelligence – it really does have a mind of its own. When he arrived I was in a blue funk. I couldn’t think to tell him my username or password or … anything ! For him, it must have been a spooky experience. He left with a promise to return the next day, but I never saw him again.
I went through a time when I was having way too many of these experiences. Things settled down a little – the episodes were fewer and not as severe, though it is “spooky,” to feel yourself drifting off, light headed and not quite able to form a thought. You “awaken” to wonder where you are and what just happened, and I must say, a bit frightened, on occasion.
I had just gotten past the foggy episodes when I went to see a dermalogist for a rash that had developed on my face and wouldn’t go away. The doctor, obviously looking for a silver bullet, prescribed doxicycline, an antibiotic intended for serious infections. One of its many side effects is confusion; and boy, oh, boy, that’s what I needed more of – confusion. I truly had a terrible time getting past this confusion. It was everywhere, and came on willy-nilly, leaving me sitting there staring into space or wondering how I got where I was.
I think its cleared away, the foggy days are fewer. My primary wants me to see a neurosurgeon, although I don’t know what good it will do. But with all the different doctors I’ve been seeing and all the different prescriptions I’m told will make me better, who am I to argue? But I do pay closer attention to side effects.
If you are taking more than one med for what ails you, check the side effects. You’ll be amazed at what your system is putting up with. Several of the ones I’m taking mention drowsiness, loss of balance, confusion, yadda, yadda – little wonder I stagger once in awhile, feel sleepy a lot and sometimes feel confused. Why shouldn’t I? I’ve got three or four drugs in me to make sure I do. All you can ask is that these drugs do what they are intended to do.
It’s not that I had not intended to keep up with my writing. I had quite a stack of initial attempts to entertain you. But half way through each piece they stop. It’s pretty obvious what occurred. I ran out of things to say, and, later, couldn’t remember what I was trying to say in the first place. They have just been deleted. I refuse to allow them to continue confusing me. It is maddening to try to decipher something you’d just written and can’t make hide nor hair of. You’re never sure if it’s the side effects or encroaching age. The same was happening with books I was trying to read. I would read a paragraph then forget what I just read – or perhaps I simply wasn’t understanding it in the first place.  Same with television – the whole memory thing was a washout.

I think I’m thinking fairly straight nowadays. I have my moments but, all in all, thinking is running fairly smooth. We’ll see how it goes.

Wednesday, April 5, 2017

The Left a Gaggle of Honking Geese?

I have plumb got tired of listening to the evening news – though Fox seems to get it right, still. I thought the creeps and howlies and things that go bump in the evening might back off after the election. I mean, the election is over, Donald J Trump is president, and there is nothing these screeching idiots can do about it.
Or is there? The hoots and jeers seem to strengthen daily as each morsel of lies and innuendo reach the ears of wacko aficionados ready to spew “false news” over the airways. There is no lie that is too farfetched for these nuts to forget about. The President and his men go dutifully about Making America a Better Place; the liberal Democrats do nothing but bellyache and moan, and make the betterment of America a tougher job than it needs to be.
One might say, “the commies have come home to roost.”  This is the same batch of crazed lunatics that were raising hell back in the sixties. I was there. These clowns blew up buildings, led riots, stayed stoned and, low and behold, they grew up to be anti-American lunatics. Students became socialist professors, law students evolved into liberal judges out to destroy the fabric of what realAmericans stood for. The dumbest of the bunch went to work for MSNBC and CNN and NBC and CBS and ABC. Yes, there were jobs for all the dumb asses. And they all had the same agenda.
They really are a shameless bunch of sonsabitches. Their candidate barely escaped jail time for treason. They are doing everything in their power to destroy the rightful president of the United States.
A lot of what’s going on falls on the heads of the media. It has, through its wide circulation, acquired much too much power. The left represents bullying in the extreme. Anyone who falls afoul of the media has a tough row to hoe. They never give up pounding away, until eventually, their prey succumbs and goes wherever it is dead media prey disappears to. The media has absolutely nothing else to do but pound, pound, pound away at whatever poor sap they’ve decided not to like today.
The last great newsman was none of these clowns we see on TV every night (with the exceptional of Bret Baier, who I think is hugely professional). The last great newsman was Walter Cronkite. Cronkite was anchor man for the CBS Evening News for most of twenty years. His was considered America’s most trusted newsman. And he was a flaming liberal democrat!
But you never knew it. Cronkite never once let his political affiliation known on the air. He considered such a disclosure a violation of trust. Wouldn’t the evening news be more civil if there were a few more Cronkites  serving up the nations news?
I am bored with watching the likes of Chris Matthews  and the “false news” reporters on CNN attempt to bully every conservative politician they can think of. People who watch liberal news should be getting it by now – THERE’S NO SUCH ANIMAL AS A DECENT CONSERVATIVE. Even if you actually believe that, don’t you get a little tired of hearing it? I mean I get a little tired of thinking of liberals as assholes. I know most of them are, but I tire of hearing it all the time.
For the media, and I suspect other rabid pinkos, all conservative flaws are character flaws. There are few, if any, “nice guy” conservatives. We are all some kind of morphrodites. We are certainly racists, all, homophobes, all, we think people should use the biologically appropriate lavatories, and, yes, we think President Trump should do his best to keep terrorists out of our country. (It galls me there are so many so-called Americans against this idea. I wonder what the lib opinion would be if Trump was a democrat?)
If other than liberals considered we conservatives flawed, I might be worried. But as I look at the bunch of them from where I sit, I see a gaggle of honking geese with nothing better to do but squawk and flap around. Just aired headed squawking. It been going on for years, and I suppose I got used to it. I started getting the idea about the gaggle back in the seventies. Just recently President Trump’s budget put the kibosh on the global-warming krap the left has been trying to saddle us with for the past, what?, thirty years?

I need only remember this was the same gaggle of screwballs that were howling about an Ice Age back in the seventies. It’s true – look it up! 

Saturday, March 18, 2017

Explaining My Life Away

Yeah, I’m a little late in getting this piece to those of you who read it. I apologize.
Truth is, I haven’t much felt like writing.  Perhaps if I explain, you’ll understand.
I have several health problems that I’m dealing with. Usually, only one manifests itself at a given time. It might be the diabetic neuropathy, which can cause your feet to burn – there are no flames but it sure feels like there are. Often, the afflicted endures an especially exhilarating  experience, when your feet feel as if there are ulcers, or perhaps boils, on the bottom of the feet. There are no real sores , but it sure feels like there are. Or it might be the arthritic knee that starts throbbing , not allowing too much use. Or perhaps the worst of all  - spinal stenosis – shows up and raises hell for a few days. Stenosis is a strangling of the spinal column, which pulls the walls of the column into the nerves. Yes, there are real nerves there, and it sure feels like it.
There are medicines, palliatives really, that help … sometimes, but not particularly. Lyrica helps the feet. It really does take the pain away … but one of the side effects – Oh, those side effects! – is that it makes the user gain weight. I quit Lyrica for awhile and lost thirty pounds. When the feet started to hurt again I got back on Lyrica for a couple of weeks and gained ten pounds back! Meanwhile, Dan McManus, the realty guy, told me about Amitriptiline, which helps. I haven’t noticed any upward movement on bathroom scales, as yet. Wait and see.
When the knee is throbbing, there isn’t much that can be done. Just sit still and watch whatever ballgame comes on. Same with the stenosis. These two problems are only, sort of, fixable. The knee will keep getting worse until replacement becomes the only option. I dread the day. Unfortunately, the back is a different story. The last neurosurgeon I saw, Dr. CW Kung of Elmira, said he couldn’t fix what was wrong there.  Same with the Laser Spine Institute. They and Dr. Kung both said there is too much to fix. Ouch. That hurts. The last thing you want your doctor to say is, “I can’t help you.” My questions were all answered months later when yet another neurosurgeon, while holding  my MRI up to examine it, said, “Wow! I’ve never seen so much arthritis in one back, that’s for sure!” This was the guy who shot me down for getting one of those spine stimulators. He said there was so much arthritis, there was no room for the stimulator! Tired of getting bad news from neurosurgeons, I stopped going to doctors … except for the optician, the dermatologist, and the cardiologist I saw last week, I’m doing well.
I know what some of you are thinking: You’re thinking, aren’t you, that all the stuff that caused me to ail did not stop me from walking? You see? I know what you are thinking. Let me see if I can change your mind. It is true, is it not, that when you ail in a hurting way, you look for a comfortable place to sit. Once found, you thoughtlessly throw the family cat from that place and fall in to it. It feels so good to you, this comfy spot, that you swear you’ll never move from it.
Suddenly, you remember there is a term paper due tomorrow. You put it off all semester, but your time is up, and you have not even researched it. Not only that, Mrs. Battles, (or as you usually call your senior class teacher, Old Battleax)told the whole class that if the term paper was, for some godly or ungodly reason not turned in, or if it were not of senior class quality, that person would not receive his or her diploma.
“Oh, my God,” you say, “That woman, the Battleax, is ruining my sick days – hell, my whole sick weekend.”
You hatch a plan. You call your best friend, a very smart girl, and putting on your very best sick voice, you ask her to research the Battle of Fredericksburg, a Civil War battle.  And could she do it tonight, and you yourself will write the paper tomorrow when you’re feeling better.

And you think you won’t forgive me for turning in this late paper? Of course you will. You been here before, haven’t you. By the way, is your paper ready to hand in? I’d bet you are all in the library tonight. Whadya bet?

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