“Republicans treat the Constitution the way they treat the Bible, with selective interpretation and selective application to others while exempting themselves from judgment and accountability.”

“The oldest evidence of a fungus that turns ants into zombies and makes them stagger to their death has been uncovered by scientists.”
Now I think The Onion is just making stories up… there’s no Roy Rogers in Allentown!

“The Apotheosis of Washington in the eye of the Rotunda of the U.S. Capitol was painted in the true fresco technique by Constantino Brumidi in 1865. Brumidi depicted George Washington rising to the heavens in glory, flanked by female figures representing Liberty and Victory/Fame.”
The word “apotheosis” in the title means literally the raising of a person to the rank of a god, or the glorification of a person as an ideal. Fascinating.
OK - I think after reading this article I’ve been able to form my final decision on where I stand with the “Ground Zero Mosque” debate. I’ve been leaning in the direction to let them build it (rather not give a hard time, since it’s always been their constitutional right to build it) but this is the icing on the moral dilemma cake. We should give the same tolerance to any group wishing to develop a site, and see if they give the same tolerance to others. So far, many Christians / Republicans / unenlightened are making a fuss about the mosque. For all the wrong reasons. Let’s see how those same people (as well as those who will attend the community center) will tolerate these proposed neighbors - then we will start to understand tolerance of others. Build it all!
There you have it. Straight from the elephant’s mouth.
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In 1832 a statue was commissioned to celebrate the centennial of George Washington’s birth. The sculptor modeled the statue on the Statue of Zeus at Olympia, thus comparing President the First to the god of all Greek gods. Fascinating.
World, meet my great-great-great-great-grandfather (my mother’s father’s father’s father’s father’s father), William Henry Nassau Brennian of Ireland, 1827-1885.
Plays: 6
“I have no idea to this day what those two Italian ladies were singing about. Truth is, I don’t want to know. Some things are best left unsaid. I’d like to think they were singing about something so beautiful, it can’t be expressed in words, and makes your heart ache because of it. I tell you, those voices soared higher and farther than anybody in a gray place dares to dream. It was like some beautiful bird flapped into our drab little cage and made those walls dissolve away, and for the briefest of moments, every last man in Shawshank felt free.”