Is the littlest blogger going to give his dad a run for his money?
The Department of the Navy's investigation is underway.
ART WORKS: A Poster Contest to Support American Jobs
Call for Submissions:
The Obama campaign is seeking poster submissions from artists and designers across the country to convey why we support President Obama's plan to create jobs now, and why we'll re-elect him to continue fighting for jobs for the next four years. You can make your poster about that broad theme, or focus on a specific aspect: why we've got to rebuild and modernize our roads and bridges, help veterans find work once they've returned home from service, support the small businesses that are the engine of our economy, make sure teachers can stay in their classrooms, and so on.
The posters should include the words from one of the suggested slogans below or visually interpret the concepts they represent.
The campaign will choose 12 finalists once the submission period closes on November 4, 2011, then put the finalists to a vote.
Finalists will be chosen based on the following criteria:
•Adherence to stated theme: Why you support President Obama's plan to create jobs now and his re-election campaign to continue fighting for jobs for the next four years.
•Appropriateness of tone: Conveying determination and strength
•Creativity and aesthetics
•Quality of workmanship
Three winners will get a framed print of their poster signed by President Obama and a limited edition of their poster will be sold in the campaign store with proceeds benefiting the campaign.
1) America is capitalist and greedy yet half of the population is subsidized.
2) Half of the population is subsidized yet they think they are victims.
3) They think they are victims yet their representatives run the government.
4) Their representatives run the government yet the poor keep getting poorer.
5) The poor keep getting poorer yet they have things that people in other countries can only dream about.
6) They have things that people in other countries can only dream about yet they want America to be more like those other countries.
He froze, keys half sorted in his hand, when he heard a sudden arrhythmic ticking.PETA has been notified and should be showing up at Brian J. Noggle's door any time now.
"What's that?" he said.
"It came from this closet," Kevin said. He'd heard it, too, like water dripping. Perhaps John Donnelly had left something leaking in the closet, or exposed water pipes were condensing, or something. He opened the door.
"Don't open that!" Robert said, and it was too late.
Kevin saw it wasn't a closet, but the basement steps; they went down to the right. The ticking increased as the light chased the shadows from the top of the stairs. A low growl started, and Kevin leapt backwards from the doorway, brushing the island and jamming steel into his back. Kevin wrapped his hands around the butt of the pistol and regained his balance even as the snarling dog reached the top step and turned on him.
He pointed the gun at the white blur as it reached his feet and pawed and gnashed at his ankles...
Kevin pulled the trigger...
"Good work. You have successfully killed the savage Bichon Frise, ..."
"You shot John Donnelly's dog in the middle of John Donnelly's kitchen."
“It’s time to tax the millionaires!” reads the email, according to WTEN in Albany. “If you don’t, I’m going to pay a visit with my carbine to one of those tech companies you are so proud of and shoot every spoiled Ivy League [expletive] I can find.”[...]
“How hard is it for us to stake out one of the obvious access roads to some tech company, tail an employee home and toss a liquor bottle full of flaming gasoline through their nice picture window into their cute house,”
When I was little, Momma made me sleep in the barn because my socks smelled so bad. That's where the "barn" part came from. The "cat" part is based on ... well, something very sad in my background. Before Daddy got into the moonshine business, our family was poor. So poor that we couldn't even afford a bathroom or outhouse. The whole family had to use a litter box. So all the kids at school laughed and called me "Barncat." That is, until I got kicked out of school for threatening to kill them all.Do you play live?
No, no, I don't play any gigs. The authorities don't let me out of the house with the ankle bracelet on.