See... I thought these postings were the most hilarious thing ever! I'm from the North and I always will be. I can also take a joke. They cracked me up! Thanks for putting them up here! hahahahahahaha!!!
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There's a dear little plant that grows in our Isle Twas St . Patrick himself, sure, that set it; And the sun of his labour with pleasure did smile, And with dew from his eye often wet it. It grows through the bog, through the brake, through the Mireland, and they call it the dear little shamrock of Ireland.
For me, the whole North/South thing is just for fun and no mature person should get exercised over it.
See, that's all I had to hear. It looked as though it was heading in another direction with the talk about the war, but I obviously read too much into it.
Carry on people. I was never here.
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Caw
"I am a Canadian by birth, but I am a Highlander by blood and feel under an obligation to do all I can for the sake of the Highlanders and their literature.... I have never yet spoken a word of English to any of my children. They can speak as much English as they like to others, but when they talk to me they have to talk in Gaelic."
-Alexander Maclean Sinclair of Goshen (protector of Gaelic Culture)
I've read many of your posts OldRaven. Your comments are always welcome to me!
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The peculiar evil of silencing the expression of an opinion is, that it is robbing the human race; posterity as well as the existing generation; those who dissent from the opinion, still more than those who hold it. If the opinion is right, they are deprived of the opportunity of exchanging error for truth: if wrong, they lose, what is almost as great a benefit, the clearer perception and livelier impression of truth, produced by its collision with error. ~John Stuart Mill, On Liberty, 1859
Education: that which reveals to the wise, and conceals from the stupid, the vast limits of their knowledge. ~Mark Twain
May the Irish hills caress you. May her lakes and rivers bless you. May the luck of the Irish enfold you. May the blessings of Saint Patrick behold you.
"* Your doorman is Russian, your grocer is Korean, your deli man is Israeli, your building super is Italian, your laundry guy is Chinese, your favorite bartender is Irish, your favorite diner owner is Greek, the watch seller on your corner is Senegalese, your last cabbie was Pakistani, your newsstand guy is Indian and your favorite falafel guy is Egyptian."
This, my friends, is a discription of the community where I work in Orange County, California, except that your gardener is Hispanic, and your 7-11 owner is Viet Namese.
We got the best variety of little ethnic places to get food in the world!
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Outside of a dog, a book is a man's best friend. Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read--Groucho Marx
.................................................................................................This, my friends, is a discription of the community where I work in Orange County, California ................................We got the best variety of little ethnic places to get food in the world!
Kassia, I used to go to California quite a bit; L.A., Oxnard, San Diego, and points north, when I drove cross-country. One of my favorite things to eat (and I'm quite sure it would be advised against by local non-hispanics) was to catch on of those little Mexican diner trucks and get a Carne Asada taco with lots of hot pepper sauce. I like the spicy stuff, and the Mexicans are always so cool to talk to, when you can find one that hable's Eeenglaase!
* You've been to New Jersey twice and got hopelessly lost both times.
* America west of the Hudson is still theoretical to you.
* You can get into a four-hour argument about how to get from Columbus Circle to Battery Park at 3:30 on the Friday before a long weekend, but can't find Wisconsin on a map.
Music is holy, art is sacred, and creativity is power
Everyday is EARTH DAY to a farmer
"Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much." Oscar Wilde
Some men are drawn to oceans, they cannot breathe unless the air is scented with a salty mist. Others are drawn to land that is flat, and the air is sullen and is leaden as August. My people were drawn to mountains- Earl Hamner Jr.
Realm: second star to the right, straight until morning
Ah.... these are great. I was born in Kentucky, migrated over the Ohio, and I long to be in Tennessee, or North Carolina. Hey, Shamalama... Grits!!!!!! MMMmmmmm little butter, little honey, and ham with red eye gravey...
Who's makin' the sweet tea?????
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