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Clare Briggs
Clare Briggs is a famous cartoonist who lived from 1875 to 1930. Poems by Wilbur Nesbitt.
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on Martin Niemöller, and Who First They Came ForChris: How would we classify Israel’s killing of citizens in Gaza? I would call it a war. It's expec…
on Martin Niemöller, and Who First They Came ForI'm mostly unclear on the requirements that you have for my answers to you and the requirements that…
on Martin Niemöller, and Who First They Came ForNeither of us owns the table. Neither of us can put it on whatever table you want to put it on. It’s…
on Martin Niemöller, and Who First They Came ForI think you give the game away when you ask if I know what 'important rights' are, so much so that e…
on Martin Niemöller, and Who First They Came ForInteresting. How would we classify Israel's killing of citizens in Gaza?
on A Working Man ReviewedThat isn't the operative part of the monologue. The part that resonated with a *lot* of vets (WW2, K…
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The Greatest Strike in History
March 30, 2025
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March 28, 2025
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They’re Acting Queer in Cleveland
March 27, 2025
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A Loaf of Bread, a Container of Milk, and a Stick of Butter
March 26, 2025
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Does it still count even if you don’t touch the ball?Report
Yes. IIRC, the rules say “swing with intent to strike the ball.”Report
Why did you have to bring ‘intent’ into it… now we’ll never get anywhere.Report
And that’s why I never played golf with lawyers.Report
I remember once being so frustrated at a tournament in high school that I whacked a shot without even bothering to take my bag off my shoulder.
It…wasn’t a good day.Report
While I was in college my father played in an every-Saturday foursome. One of the men was a somewhat better player than the others and would, from time-to-time, get insufferable about it. Dad would call and tell me to come home for the weekend and bring my sticks. One of the other players would call in sick and Dad would take me along to fill in.
My assigned task was to make sure that Mr. Insufferable had a not-good day. I often started it on the first tee by asking him, “Are we playing golf today, or that game where you make up the rules as you go along?” Invariably, when he was on a streak that made him insufferable, he was cheating in all the little ways that make the game easier. Making him stop that was worth three or four strokes over 18 holes, and made needling him about other things even easier.Report
Awesome.Report