A confusing film with excellent special effects is then shown, portending the destruction of civilization, a destiny which ostensibly can be prevented by the power of positive thinking.
Now, should one find oneself in danger of being eaten by an alligator – during Lent or otherwise – one can take a cue from St. Margaret the Virgin.
I will, however, say that I’m not substituting knowledge production, the ostensible purpose of a college campus, for the production of social power or the creation of an intangible capital that will make a long-distance trade in stone possible. I’m saying that they’re pretty much the same thing.
“No, let me correct you,” Lanier said tartly. “Woody Allen creates an illusion. He puts on a big show of being ectomorphic, but this is all a cover-up because he’s quite mesomorphic.”
The contrast between Rubio and his favorite rappers’ views of Ronald Reagan is not just academic.
Trump still occasionally sends the editor of the now-defunct publication pictures of his hands to prove that his fingers aren’t short.
The core feature of any sophiarchist state is that suffrage is not universal, but reduced to a pool of certifiably able applicants – importantly, this is based on some measure of governing ability, not wealth. At this time, the best available (but by no means perfect) certification of governing knowledge is the possession of a PhD in the social sciences.
I’m really really tired and can’t come up with an interesting to express the sentiment “wtf’ about this paragraph I just read on the internet but, uh, wtf
Laurence Meyer is a leading advocate of one of the worst ideas in the modern history of economics. It therefore pains me to say this, but he has written a fine account of his five and a half years as a governor of the Federal Reserve Board.
As the train approached her stop, the woman took a generous swill of her gin and tonic (of course this epic dame was imbibing on the train) and smiled proudly.
They look at our president as one who wears mom jeans and equivocates and bloviates.