The snippet I saw said it was the longest World Series game in history and that it ran till past 3:00 a.m. and used twenty-three of the twenty-five players on the Red Sox.s roster. WOW!
So longer by time than the White Sox - Astros game 3 of, I believe, a dozen years ago. That also went 18 innings. (Interesting tidbit: Through the 8th inning of game 3, the series had been extremely high-scoring on both sides. The Astros never scored another run.)
I sincerely hope Bolling is wrong about the momentum being on the Republican side. I'm hoping that's just an imaginary comfort binky because I cannot stand the thought of another two years of Republican majority. And I don't think our country can stand it either.
The article on AMD came from Sharon Specht, Phil's wife, who's just been diagnosed with AMD (she's early 70's). She's an incredible painter/photographer, and is pretty shaken but doing due diligence research.
And Susan, 538 has reported that der turnip's rising popularity profile does NOT seem to be affecting any or many races.
Far over the misty mountains cold To dungeons deep and caverns old We must away ere break of day To seek the pale enchanted gold.
The dwarves of yore made mighty spells, While hammers fell like ringing bells In places deep, where dark things sleep, In hollow halls beneath the fells.
For ancient king and elvish lord There many a gleaming golden hoard They shaped and wrought, and light they caught To hide in gems on hilt of sword.
On silver necklaces they strung The flowering stars, on crowns they hung The dragon-fire, in twisted wire They meshed the light of moon and sun.
Far over the misty mountains cold To dungeons deep and caverns old We must away, ere break of day, To claim our long-forgotten gold.
Goblets they carved there for themselves And harps of gold; where no man delves There lay they long, and many a song Was sung unheard by men or elves.
The pines were roaring on the height, The winds were moaning in the night. The fire was red, it flaming spread; The trees like torches blazed with light.
The bells were ringing in the dale And men looked up with faces pale; The dragon’s ire more fierce than fire Laid low their towers and houses frail.
The mountain smoked beneath the moon; The dwarves they heard the tramp of doom. They fled their hall to dying fall Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.
Far over the misty mountains grim To dungeons deep and caverns dim We must away, ere break of day, To win our harps and gold from him!
It's from The Hobbit, the first chapter, "An Unexpected Party," when the dwarves are singing about and planning their mission to the Lonely Mountain, while poor Billbo is rushing about, emptying his larder and quaking in his boots (only hobbits don't wear boots, of course) at the thought of a dragon.
There is no middle ground on hate. There are no ends justifying the means. No tax cuts. No deregulation. No scores of conservative judges can be worth tearing asunder the foundation of American freedom and democracy. And yet we now stand on that precipice
I do not think President Trump is redeemable on this score. His actions long before becoming president suggest a profound level of personal animosity to the diversity of our nation. And now, drunk on power and exalting in the amen choruses assembling at his hate-filled rallies, his debasement of the norms of the office he holds and his misplaced sense of victimhood has metastasized across a political movement that has become increasingly indistinguishable from the political party he leads.
We must find other pressure points to return the United States to a path of sanity. One big moment is the upcoming election. Americans must vote with the message of “This will not be us!” And they must not tremble in the face of voter intimidation and threats of violence.
Where we used to speak of dog whistles we now hear bullhorns. There is nothing subtle or hidden about what’s going on. And no one can be allowed to pretend that this is just a slightly adulterated version of politicos as usual. All who support the president must be called to account for the hate they have allowed him to wreak upon this nation. This hate is bigger than Trump and it long preceded him. To personalize it around him is to excuse far too many for their tacit complicity. We are long beyond the stage of words of disapproval. We must dismantle the scaffolding that has allowed this terror to flourish.
This is very interesting. . . .
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Yes, it is.
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As you can imagine, I read the article with particular interest.
DeleteThat sounds promising.
DeleteAnother rough day in America.
ReplyDeleteShooting at Pittsburgh synagogue during Shabbat service
Gunman opens fire at US synagogue http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-us-canada-46002549
IMHO, when DT called himself a Nationalist, it was a hat tip to white supremacists and emboldened them.
ReplyDeleteYou beat me to it, listener. Here's The Guardian's article:
DeleteBreaking news:
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...and I blame Cheetolini for that too!
DeleteThat was my first thought too, Susan.
DeleteOh, and game 3 of the World Series went 18 innings...!!
ReplyDeletehttps://www.google.com/amp/s/amp.mlb.com/299795560-2018-world-series-game-3-amazing-facts.amp.html
The snippet I saw said it was the longest World Series game in history and that it ran till past 3:00 a.m. and used twenty-three of the twenty-five players on the Red Sox.s roster. WOW!
DeleteSo longer by time than the White Sox - Astros game 3 of, I believe, a dozen years ago. That also went 18 innings. (Interesting tidbit: Through the 8th inning of game 3, the series had been extremely high-scoring on both sides. The Astros never scored another run.)
DeleteMust have been great for the concessionaires too! The score sounds more like a soccer match.
DeleteAlan
ReplyDeleteNot breaking news:
Trump Comes Face to Face With His Nightmare: A News Cycle He Can’t Control [Click]
I sincerely hope Bolling is wrong about the momentum being on the Republican side. I'm hoping that's just an imaginary comfort binky because I cannot stand the thought of another two years of Republican majority. And I don't think our country can stand it either.
DeleteWatch out who you step on
Deleteon your way up;
You might them
on your way down.
In Trump's case, his fall is likely to be headlong and precipitous; so, he won't see anyone on the way down.
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DeleteWatch out who you step on
on your way up;
You might meet them
on your way down.
(Second try was the charm.)
DeleteThe article on AMD came from Sharon Specht, Phil's wife, who's just been diagnosed with AMD (she's early 70's). She's an incredible painter/photographer, and is pretty shaken but doing due diligence research.
ReplyDeleteAnd Susan, 538 has reported that der turnip's rising popularity profile does NOT seem to be affecting any or many races.
Sorry, Listener, I can't resist any longer.
ReplyDeleteFar over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To seek the pale enchanted gold.
The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
While hammers fell like ringing bells
In places deep, where dark things sleep,
In hollow halls beneath the fells.
For ancient king and elvish lord
There many a gleaming golden hoard
They shaped and wrought, and light they caught
To hide in gems on hilt of sword.
On silver necklaces they strung
The flowering stars, on crowns they hung
The dragon-fire, in twisted wire
They meshed the light of moon and sun.
Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away, ere break of day,
To claim our long-forgotten gold.
Goblets they carved there for themselves
And harps of gold; where no man delves
There lay they long, and many a song
Was sung unheard by men or elves.
The pines were roaring on the height,
The winds were moaning in the night.
The fire was red, it flaming spread;
The trees like torches blazed with light.
The bells were ringing in the dale
And men looked up with faces pale;
The dragon’s ire more fierce than fire
Laid low their towers and houses frail.
The mountain smoked beneath the moon;
The dwarves they heard the tramp of doom.
They fled their hall to dying fall
Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.
Far over the misty mountains grim
To dungeons deep and caverns dim
We must away, ere break of day,
To win our harps and gold from him!
YEAH!!!!
DeleteOh my, Cat! That sounds SO familiar from so long ago--where and from whom does it come?
DeleteAlan
It's from The Hobbit, the first chapter, "An Unexpected Party," when the dwarves are singing about and planning their mission to the Lonely Mountain, while poor Billbo is rushing about, emptying his larder and quaking in his boots (only hobbits don't wear boots, of course) at the thought of a dragon.
DeleteThank you, Cat. I never read The Hobbit, but that sure does sound like Tolkien.
DeleteWhen I read it I hear it with the melody from the movie.
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ReplyDeleteThere is no middle ground on hate. There are no ends justifying the means. No tax cuts. No deregulation. No scores of conservative judges can be worth tearing asunder the foundation of American freedom and democracy. And yet we now stand on that precipice
I do not think President Trump is redeemable on this score. His actions long before becoming president suggest a profound level of personal animosity to the diversity of our nation. And now, drunk on power and exalting in the amen choruses assembling at his hate-filled rallies, his debasement of the norms of the office he holds and his misplaced sense of victimhood has metastasized across a political movement that has become increasingly indistinguishable from the political party he leads.
We must find other pressure points to return the United States to a path of sanity. One big moment is the upcoming election. Americans must vote with the message of “This will not be us!” And they must not tremble in the face of voter intimidation and threats of violence.
Where we used to speak of dog whistles we now hear bullhorns. There is nothing subtle or hidden about what’s going on. And no one can be allowed to pretend that this is just a slightly adulterated version of politicos as usual. All who support the president must be called to account for the hate they have allowed him to wreak upon this nation. This hate is bigger than Trump and it long preceded him. To personalize it around him is to excuse far too many for their tacit complicity. We are long beyond the stage of words of disapproval. We must dismantle the scaffolding that has allowed this terror to flourish.
Amen!
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