Posted on 06/26/2009 5:10:26 AM PDT by tioga
In order that we might all raise the level of discourse and expand our language abilities, here is the daily post of “Word for the Day”.
Sedulous
Adjective
sedu·lous·ly adv.
sedu·lous·ness, se·duli·ty (s-dl-t, -dy-) n.
Rules: Everyone must leave a post using the Word for the Day in a sentence.
The sentence must, in some way, relate to the news of the day.
The Review threads are linked for your edification. ;-)
Practice makes perfect.....post on....
Review Threads:
Review Thread One: Word For The Day, Thursday 11/14/02: Raffish (Be SURE to check out posts #92 and #111 on this thread!)
Review Thread Two: Word For The Day, Tuesday 1/14/03: Roister
Review Thread Three: Word For The Day, Tuesday 1/28/03: Obdurate
The more sedulous the news, the more incredulous I become.
Happy weekend, all.
have a great weekend yourself!
But Obama’s ABCNNBCBS offer eulogies and praise for a has-been homohexasexual child-molester who plays plastic surgeon to the gods.
Truly, the new age of bread and circus is upon us.
It will be our turn to learn the power and the humility of “this too shall pass”.
Like any great calamity, this tidal wave of puerile pestilence will ebb away. We will be left with purposeless destruction for as far as the eye can see.
It is idiocracy come home to roost. An unimaginable imbecility grown large with the power of the unthinking mob.
But this is no accident. It is as much a deliberate act as the setting of a “controlled burn” that gets terribly out of control. It did not come about a handful of months ago. It has been decades in the making, as we mindlessly allowed the termites of our destruction to continue chewing away at the once stout foundations of our country.
Many here, and in the wider world, have wondered how the world will fare without the hegemonic supremacy of the United States.
They are about to find out, and they will be the last to recognize the disaster they have wrought.
But WE will survive. We will rebuild. We know the rules of greatness, and we practice them.
I like to think that American Excellence is only being delayed by these fools. It is a pent-up force that is rather impatiently awaiting its release to grow and flourish again.
And it will.
This too shall pass.
I do so enjoy a flowery passage in an essay, stretching the mind with esoteric words, even when the passage contains a redundancy.
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you are staying after school tonight, comrade? DearLeader will be impressed with your diligence.
CAn’t sleep.
I understand.
Pray, brother. pEace.
I am about to crash.......just browsing a little....not much news tonight......after being bombarded with MJ icon hysteria, it’s nice to see the calm after the storm.
Robt.......you have been a stranger till just recently. Peace back at ya.
BITE your tongue.......the bams must fail. I am with Rush on that.
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Once upon a time, before the death of the American Republic, a man named Chrysler went bankrupt, and his house was being sold at auction by the Sheriff.
The Republic was ruled by Law, and under that law, the Sheriff was required to sell the house to the highest bidder, and use the proceeds, first, to pay off the mortgage to the Bank of Retired Indiana Teachers and Policeman. Any remaining monies could then be used to pay the Maid, or any of Mr. Chryslers other outstanding debts.
But the Sheriff was a powerful man, if less than honest, and he was in bed with Mr. Chrysler’s Maid. He wanted to protect her, as she and her friends gave him great support, and kept him in office, through scandal after scandal.
So the Sheriff made a plan. He made a deal with his friend, the Assessor, to pay the Assessor $10M dollars, if the Assessor would value Mr. Chrysler’s house for pennies on the dollar. The catch was that the Assessor would only get paid, if the Maid was successful in buying the house for the discounted value that the Assessor established. So the Assessor drafted a paper, claiming that the house was abandoned and rapidly falling apart, and thus was only worth about $2B. To prove this, he got some fake bids on the house from the Sheriff’s friends, for slightly less than this value.
At the same time, the Sheriff went to the bank of TARP, and claimed that Mr. Chrysler’s house was worth full value, about $30B. And he cosigned for a loan for the Maid, that she might buy Mr. Chrysler’s house. In order to do this, the Sheriff had to lie, and proclaim that the Maid was a bank – Mr. Chrysler’s mortgage company objected, but the Sheriff said, “I won. The Maid is a bank if I say she is.”
So the bank of TARP lent the Maid about $5B, that she might buy Mr. Chrysler’s house, and have a little slush money going forward.
And the Sheriff called an auction – instead of advertising it, however, he told only the maid when and where it would be.
And the Maid came to the auction, and as she was the only bidder, and thus the highest bidder, she bought Mr. Chrysler’s house for pennies on the dollar. The $2B value the Assessor had dishonestly established. And the Sheriff paid the Assessor his $10M fee.
And the evil Sheriff, instead of paying off the mortgage on Mr. Chrysler’s house, then paid the Maid’s back wages with the proceeds, and put a big chunk aside for the maid’s retirement fund.
And again he told the mortgage company, “I won.” And he paid them 29 cents on the dollar, instead of the full value of the loan, which they were entitled to under the law.
The mortgage company then cried, if we are not ruled by law – we are ruled by the evil Sheriff!
And that was the day the Republic died, and the Evil Empire was born.
The End.
Lest hunger and doom come over my skinny frame,
I must create a repasta or I will succumb to starvation ..
Now, how do make this “macaroni and cheese” that is on the shelf?
Does it too require this “stovetop” and “boiling water” of which you spoke earlier?
Naah... just stick it in the microwave and nuke it ‘til it glows. Any NukE would know that. *\;-)
Just cover the bowl with clear wrap first or you’ll be cleaning the microwave afterward.
Well, no doubt, the noodles are probably cooked by now since I started melting (er, boiling) the “macoroni and cheese” before the thunder. I suppose I should continue to proceed with food .....
If the lightening storm has gone past it must be getting darker. Nuke that stuff more -- you need more glow!
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