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that is exactly right. all the talk about what the senate will and will not do misses what will happen when most of the crooked senate is indicted. who knows what happens then, but to consider the senate an intact vessel is wrong.

neither is a stick-up.

move over, mr magoo.

no doubt, the guy is a wizard, and when the juices flow, it's a torrent. he's got a lot to work with right now if the mood strikes him. if he's keen to do this, i hope he backs up and chronicles the whole sec setup. starting with the ags' engineered squeak past an uncharacteristic bunch of cajuns. then the usual bowl setups with the ags knocking down an unranked opponent and even engineering a reason for a runup td against a team that had gone home. a few other setups didn't go right but it didn't matter too much. the takedown of the state of texas was well underway and juggernaut georgia was sharpening the knives for hapless texas. then on to the title game positioned beautifully to subdue silicon valley at the same time. it was glorious right up until some bozo thought it a good idea to have a pregame photoshoot with the moose and the squirrel, and nothing went right after that. every wheel including the spare flew off. poor sec sec sec. pooor sec sec sec. poooooor sec sec sec.

beats me. we're talking a long time ago, before the peninsula that became england/scotland completely broke free. i've seen it said that the little spit of connection became dangerously slim and then collapsed in a storm coming down from the north sea. assumption is the peninsula and mainland probably had similar wildlife. i'm guessing dog packs of whatever breeds could roam free sort of like feral hogs do now in these parts. in relatively recent times the bulldog became very unpopular and mostly survived as guard dogs and such. as a rule they are gentle and sweet with people unless provoked, and that's not easy to do. they were used in sport to fight various large animals, but not one on one. baiting, they called it. eventually they became 'discovered' as great family friends, and most have easy lives now.

brad in head?

i'm a boomer and i totally agree. we had our chance and pissed all over our feet. next.

i remember ages ago being counseled to be careful around the guy who complains too much about the gays.

yeah, i watched the espn vid of the encounter and saw how uga kind of just waddled along and then scooted smartly to get away. that dog would starve to death in the wild unless a decent size carnivore took interest in him. i think previous bevos have had us all lulled into thinking he's essentially a breathing statue. won't any of us think that now. it's not like people will run when they see him, but they'll always know where he is. edit: i hope they have they dog in ptsd protocol or whatever. he wasn't too keen on the whole thing, i think, but i bet he sees cattle in every cloud now.

not one on one. the bulldog we see today is a caricature of the animal in the wild. the features that gave the dog its weapons are grossly exaggerated today. the dog in the wild had a short, wrinkled face, long flews and powerful, undershot jaw, a muscular build up front, and long sinewy back legs like today but not so exaggerated. today's dog couldn't hunt like the old bulldog packs hunted. much too heavy today. bulldogs are naturally sociable, so they teamed and schemed to bring down big prey. they set traps for big animals and would attack with lead dogs leaping to grab onto loose skin in the head region. they just wouldn't let go, and others would join in. the big animal would sling its head but just couldn't free itself. the dog was perfectly configured to play this game. the short face allowed it to breathe and the wrinkles and flews channeled fluids away. the tight, muscular body was not so heavy that the bull's tissues would give way. it might take half a day or more, but the pursuing pack would keep swapping out antagonists and keep the big animal from being able to eat or drink. eventually it would stumble and the feast would begin. actually that isn't a bad metaphor for what happened the other night, though the other way around.

had earl campbell had all those good traits but not the desire he had, nobody today would know who he was.

i've spent a lifetime doing design work, and my basic take is you can spend a small fortune trying to come up with something to replace an old, tried-and-true design and come up with largely nothing. if that transport crate and fan do the job, why try to outdo it?

biff, trump isn't even a pimple on the ass of this thing.

care if i take a crack at this one? no, un-uh, i assure you they are ostrich. i distinctly recall paul using that word.

um, yes, well, five is a tad unusual. there may be a bit of a wait.

i meant what i said.

they should eliminate the ooc games early in the season. those games are straight fluff and meaningless anyway. have the conferences distill their top teams to participate in a playoff starting a month earlier. the bowl money-suckers would present the last games leading to the champ chump.

i love it.

damn, man. would you cut out with this reality stuff. i'm descended from those people and have my own fairy-tale story here to protect.

that's exactly right. the frustrating thing is these are basically good people, but the only reality they understand is their made-up reality. over and again they've been a great boon to this nation, starting with its inception. problem is in a great many ways they are dumb as a hammer and just as destructive in the wrong hands. rupert murdoch spotted them immediately on his setting foot on plymouth rock and set out to use them against the nation.

passage on us.

damn sure ain't people. at least not face to face.

. . . with a rusty spoon.

isn't that what the f-35 is made of? (psst: the 35 is made of that aluminum, too.)

i doubt very seriously that that is right. i think you are still talking about the core group nutballs. the majority of hardcore republicans are probably americans first. the nutballs have never been americans first. to reach the hardcore republicans you have to hit them hard, and that is coming. soon but not sooner.