When Mrs. President offer brilliant idea, “Just say no to drug,” seem perfect. American people love simple above all else, except to say No. No, no, child; no, no. If Mr. President not on drug, how could say “No poor people in America?” Yet he say this. Yeltsin frequent drunk, yet even he see poor. […]
(I never played even high school baseball, let alone professionally. Could I hit a 100 mph fastball? An 87 mph slider? Even a major league change-up? It is to laugh. Most professional athletes agree that hitting major league pitching is the hardest thing to do in sports. The only right I have to criticize major
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Dmitri love commercial. Especially love they are called “message” – worthy of Pravda genius, that word. Here is best one yet. First see old man, maybe age of Dmitri, but not so handsome, few strings rat gray hair, days of dirty silver stubble, sick rodent eyes behind thick glasses. To complete picture, only missing t-shirt
In old time in Wabash Street tavern, was silent as Sorrow’s nephew drowning, bubbles rising through glasses along long bar. Chair might shift, wood scrape on wood, cash register once in while go dja-tinngg as car go by in street outside, or alley. Now, over bar, three TV screen launch salvo after salvo stuttering flash,
Walking up Western Avenue, Dmitri see this: In front of apartment, beneath young elm green, girl in white dress whirling and whirling, someone, her father surely, taking picture. Under shade of elm and building, she appear like flower upside down, gown whiter than lily, head black. Behind her, green window sashes. She whirl and whirl,
Dmitri think much about women in these days. Read what they ask for in personal advertisement. Always, say “like to dance, like long walk, quiet time, Romantic evening by firelight,” etcetera, etcetera. This correspond not with any real woman Dmitri have had mixed pleasure to know. Real woman, once trap has snappèd, have no time
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