ellauri025.html on line 473: Googlen tunnari oli jossain vaiheessa "We are not evil". Kun jengi alkoi nauraa sille ääneen, se vähin äänin haudattiin. Tuli liikaa mieleen Nixonin "I am not a crook".
ellauri048.html on line 738: Bellow's characterisation of his father's background is one of the most enjoyable strands of the book and an interesting companion to Saul's fiction. His father, Abraham, is characterised by his grandson as a crook and a tyrant, who despised his youngest son's literary ambitions and pummelled him – and all his sons – until Saul grabbed his hand mid-air one day and said, "I'm a married man, Pa. You cannot hit me anymore." In adulthood, on the rare occasions Bellow tried to talk to his father about his upbringing, Saul would shake him off and say rather pointedly: "You shouldn't blame your parents for your faults." Bellow smiles. "And he said this to me, a therapist no less! His father loved him, but it was a tumultuous relationship and my grandfather was mercurial as hell."
ellauri051.html on line 1038: 449 I behold from the beach your crooked inviting fingers, 449 Minä katson rannalta vinoja kutsuvia sormesi,
ellauri077.html on line 188: Markkinatalous perustuu luotolle eli hyväuskoisien hölmöjen naiivin luottamuxen väärinkäytölle. Sixi valehtelu on jenkkiläisten tärkeimpiä taitoja. Sixi myös jenkkileffoissa ja kirjoissa se on tärkeässä osassa, esim noissa tuiki tavallisissa rehellisyyden vakuutteluissa: Trust me, I promise, no kidding, really, I swear to god, you gotta believe me, would I lie to you, I'm not a crook. Siitä puhe mistä puute.
ellauri101.html on line 530: Rotwelsch ( German: [ˈʁoːtvɛlʃ], " beggar's foreign (language) ") or Gaunersprache ( German: [ˈɡaʊnɐʃpʁaːxə], " crook´s language ", also Kochemer Loshn (from Yiddish "חוכמער לשון", "tongue of the wise") is a secret language, a cant or thieves´ argot, spoken by groups (primarily marginalized groups) in southern Germany and Switzerland.
ellauri107.html on line 474: “Course I don't mean to say that every ad I write is literally true or that I always believe everything I say when I give some buyer a good strong selling-spiel. You see—you see it's like this: In the first place, maybe the owner of the property exaggerated when he put it into my hands, and it certainly isn't my place to go proving my principal a liar! And then most folks are so darn crooked themselves that they expect a fellow to do a little lying, so if I was fool enough to never whoop the ante I'd get the credit for lying anyway! In self-defense I got to toot my own horn, like a lawyer defending a client—his bounden duty, ain't it, to bring out the poor dub's good points? Why, the Judge himself would bawl out a lawyer that didn't, even if they both knew the guy was guilty! But even so, I don't pad out the truth like Cecil Rountree or Thayer or the rest of these realtors. Fact, I think a fellow that's willing to deliberately up and profit by lying ought to be shot!”
ellauri118.html on line 359: Thy little wings, wiry legs and crooked spine, Pienet siipesi, nokkelat jalkasi ja vino selkärankasi,
ellauri132.html on line 675: Ennen v2001, ehdokaslistaa ei julkaistu julkisesti. V 2001, A. L. Kennedy, joka oli tuomaroinut 1996, kuzui palkintoa nimellä "a pile of crooked nonsense" missä voittajan määrää se "who knows who, who's sleeping with who, who's selling drugs to who, who's married to who, whose turn it is". Niin aina.
ellauri144.html on line 360: And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose Ja mä olen mykkä kertomaan kierolle ruusulle
ellauri144.html on line 382: How at my sheet goes the same crooked worm. Et mun lakanaa syö sama kiero mato.
ellauri156.html on line 305: It is very clear in Samuel that the tragedies which take place in David's household are the consequence of his sin, just as Nathan indicates (12:10-12). Thus, when Amnon rapes Tamar, the sister of Absalom, it is a case of the “chickens coming home to roost.” Or is it a case of "Rooster coming into the chicks?" Note that it is at David's command or summons that Tamar is called to the palace, and then to Amnon's bedside. There is not so much as a hint that when Tamar is raped, it is all of Amnon's doing. Should this not strongly indicate that the same is true in Bathsheba's case, of which this second incident is a kind of mirror image? (Fucking crooky noses, raping and ravaging their kinky haired ladies right and left.)
ellauri156.html on line 570: Our text has many applications and implications for today. Let me suggest a few as I conclude this lesson. First, “Can a Christian fall?” Yes. Some folks in the Bible may cause us to question whether they really ever came to please Dog, folks like Balaam or Samson or Saul. But we have no such questions regarding David. He is not only a believer, he is a model believer. In the Bible, David sets the standard because he is a man after God's heart. Nevertheless, this man David, in spite of his popularity in Dog's circles, in spite of his marvelous times of worship and his bea-u-utiful psalms, falls deeply into sin. If David can fall, so can we, which is precisely what Paul, another crook and tricky Dick, warns us about:
ellauri192.html on line 351: The last American winner was Toni Morrison in 1993. No writer from South America has won since Gabriel Garcia Marquez in 1982. The previous North American winner was Canadian Saul Bellow, who won in 1976 and was a resident of the United States for much of his life. What the fuck he was a Chicago crook, as American as apple pie.
ellauri192.html on line 353: However, equally crooky nosed Dylan is considered by many prominent literary critics to be a major poet, his song lyrics worthy of serious study and a lot of laughs.
ellauri219.html on line 533: It’s said that the trophy nestling in the crook of the “L” of “BEATLES” was a swimming trophy awarded to John Lennon (No.62) when he was a child.
ellauri222.html on line 211: Saul's father, Abraham, was a crook and a tyrant, who despised his youngest son's literary ambitions and pummelled him and all his sons.
ellauri236.html on line 198: There exists in America an enormous literature of more or less the same stamp as No Orchids. Quite apart from books, there is the huge array of ‘pulp magazines’, graded so as to cater for different kinds of fantasy, but nearly all having much the same mental atmosphere. A few of them go in for straight pornography, but the great majority are quite plainly aimed at sadists and masochists. Sold at threepence a copy under the title of Yank Mags(4), these things used to enjoy considerable popularity in England, but when the supply dried up owing to the war, no satisfactory substitute was forthcoming. English imitations of the ‘pulp magazine’ do now exist, but they are poor things compared with the original. English crook films, again, never approach the American crook film in brutality. And yet the career of Mr. Chase shows how deep the American influence has already gone. Not only is he himself living a continuous fantasy-life in the Chicago underworld, but he can count on hundreds of thousands of readers who know what is meant by a ‘clipshop’ or the ‘hotsquat’, do not have to do mental arithmetic when confronted by ‘fifty grand’, and understand at sight a sentence like ‘Johnny was a rummy and only two jumps ahead of the nut-factory’. Evidently there are great numbers of English people who are partly americanized in language and, one ought to add, in moral outlook. For there was no popular protest against No Orchids. In the end it was withdrawn, but only retrospectively, when a later work, Miss Callaghan Comes to Grief, brought Mr. Chase's books to the attention of the authorities. Judging by casual conversations at the time, ordinary readers got a mild thrill out of the obscenities of No Orchids, but saw nothing undesirable in the book as a whole. Many people, incidentally, were under the impression that it was an American book reissued in England.
ellauri236.html on line 204: In borrowing from William Faulkner's Sanctuary, Chase only took the plot; the mental atmosphere of the two books is not similar. Chase really derives from other sources, and this particular bit of borrowing is only symbolic. What it symbolizes is the vulgarization of ideas which is constantly happening, and which probably happens faster in an age of print. Chase has been described as ‘Faulkner for the masses’, but it would be more accurate to describe him as Carlyle for the masses. He is a popular writer — there are many such in America, but they are still rarities in England — who has caught up with what is now fashionable to call ‘realism’, meaning the doctrine that might is right. The growth of ‘realism’ has been the great feature of the intellectual history of our own age. Why this should be so is a complicated question. The interconnexion between sadism, masochism, success-worship, power-worship, nationalism, and totalitarianism is a huge subject whose edges have barely been scratched, and even to mention it is considered somewhat indelicate. To take merely the first example that comes to mind, I believe no one has ever pointed out the sadistic and masochistic element in Bernard Shaw's work, still less suggested that this probably has some connexion with Shaw's admiration for dictators. Fascism is often loosely equated with sadism, but nearly always by people who see nothing wrong in the most slavish worship of Stalin. The truth is, of course, that the countless English intellectuals who kiss the arse of Stalin are not different from the minority who give their allegiance to Hitler or Mussolini, nor from the efficiency experts who preached ‘punch’, ‘drive’, ‘personality’ and ‘learn to be a Tiger man’ in the nineteen-twenties, nor from that older generation of intellectuals, Carlyle, Creasey and the rest of them, who bowed down before German militarism. All of them are worshipping power and successful cruelty. It is important to notice that the cult of power tends to be mixed up with a love of cruelty and wickedness for their own sakes. A tyrant is all the more admired if he happens to be a bloodstained crook as well, and ‘the end justifies the means’ often becomes, in effect, ‘the means justify themselves provided they are dirty enough’. This idea colours the outlook of all sympathizers with totalitarianism, and accounts, for instance, for the positive delight with which many English intellectuals greeted the Nazi-Soviet pact. It was a step only doubtfully useful to the U.S.S.R., but it was entirely unmoral, and for that reason to be admired; the explanations of it, which were numerous and self-contradictory, could come afterwards.
ellauri263.html on line 610: Hupaisaa havaita, että anglikaaninen kirkko siirtymässä hyvää vauhtia kohti blavatskylaisia kantoja. Jumalalla ei ole killuttimia, vaan se on androgyyni, tai pikemminkin muu. Blavatskyn killuttimet saattoivat olla väärässä lahkeessa, sillä kirjeessä se sanoo she is ‘lacking some-thing and the place is filled with some crooked cucumber’. Kuuensaan kurkku. Olcottin mukaan se oli "she-male". Se saattoi siis olla kaxineuvoinen! Sillä oli kaxoisveli, josta on hurjan vähän puhetta. Jelena allekirjoitti kirjeensä "Jack", ihan kuin C.S.Lewis! Jossain jutussa se kuzuukin izeään Matomezäxi. Blavazkyn saatanalliset säkeet tekivät syvän vaikutuxen ainakin Aleister Crowleyhyn ja Pekka Siitoimeen.
ellauri264.html on line 239: Olive oil is bio-fuel, a renewable resource: the olive tree will produce another crop of crap every year, as will the palm oil palm. According to Jewish law, olive oil lamps are the ideal Lighting with olive oil can help us connect to the holy use of our resources, from the renewable olive oil of the Hasmonians back to the oil vessels of Jacob and Noah. This year, may our Chanuka lights inspire us toward responsible and holy use of everything that comes into our possession by hook or crook.
ellauri264.html on line 427: “I’m 64 (no 68) years old and I have a ponytail. I have issues with authority. If I take a crooked case and it pisses off the other 7 (no 8 billion) people on the face of the Earth, that’s their problem, not mine.”
ellauri309.html on line 312: photo. Do I look like a crook?
xxx/ellauri123.html on line 239: Cinnpie´s response comes after a prolonged silence on Twitter. She added a letter from her lawyers to her statement, a cease and desist to all the defamatory comments online. Creampie acknowledges that "I was an irresponsible, inappropriate, and immature 23 year old in 2016… and I deserve all of this. Sitä saa mitä tilaa. I may be a pussy pedophile, but I am not evil. I am not a crook. All I care ab is my favorite games & making my friends laugh." LOL
xxx/ellauri200.html on line 735: not in God's picture but in crooked eyes, Se ei näy Jumalan kuvassa vaan kazojan silmässä,
xxx/ellauri208.html on line 1020: Working for a living is the worst curse in the world. Only animals worry about the next meal and wake up to take a crap in the morning. Yes but many men have started like you and owned shops and houses in the end. Living in the lap of luxury. Mattokauppiaiden puheita. If work is a curse and crookery is worse, how´s a man to live? Vaimon selkänahastako? Njoo, muttei paljaalla työllä rikastu, tarvitaan myös crookeryä.
xxx/ellauri253.html on line 248: Tumpelo Irves sai hengiltä vaan Viken, Julle loikki pusikkoon kuin pupu. Iljes sai sen kiinni takaa-ajon jälkeen ja heitti raadon autoon muiden perään. Isänmaan vapaus on taas 2 ruåzalaista haaskaa lähempänä totta. "Yucca"n isokainalo oli märkä jännityxestä. (Hirmuisen pitkäveteistä.) Tonyn housuissa jyskytti musta pakokauhu. Susan - korva. Valizit vaimosi korvan. Onnea! Ezentään ulkosynnyttimiä! Sininen armeijakunta ei ollut konnia, I'm not a crook. vaan nykyajan jääkäreitä, Sturmabteilungsmanneja.
xxx/ellauri306.html on line 68: Why is Rand a bad writer? Her writing is simply illogical, incomprehensible and blabbering. Her heroes and heroines are but pastiches, cliché-like cardboard figurines. Her world is black and white; either the character is a hero or a crook, but never anything in-between. Moreover, they fail the reality check; Howard Roark of The Fountainhead would not be the heroic creative mind he is represented; the reality check would be a similar megalomaniac sociopath as Le Corbusier.
xxx/ellauri379.html on line 347: Putin said, “Whoever does not miss the Soviet Union has no heart.” And then he said, “Whoever wants it back has no brain.” All nations are made up. We invent these concepts of national identity. They’re filled with all sorts of myths. You must realize that Russia has a G.N.P. smaller than Texas. Netanjahu has earned a place next to all-time crooks like Hitler, Mussolini, Pol Pot, and Ronald Reagan. We should be pivoting out of Europe to deal with China in a laser-like fashion, number one. And, number two, we should be working overtime to create friendly relations with the Russians. The Russians are part of our balancing coalition against China. what we have done with our foolish policies in Eastern Europe is drive the Russians into the arms of the Chinese. This is a violation of Balance of Power Politics 101.
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