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AIEMMIN torstaina Ukrainan ilmavoimat kertoi, että sen lentäjä, everstiluutnantti Oleksii Mes, koodinimeltään "Moonfish", oli kuollut 26. elokuuta. – Oleksii tuhosi kolme risteilyohjusta ja yhden lennokin torjuessaan Venäjän massiivista ilma- ja ohjushyökkäystä, kertoi ilmavoimat. Mies haudattiin sotilaallisin kunnianosoituksin kotikaupungissaan Lutskissa Luoteis-Ukrainassa torstaina. Mes ylennettiin postuumisti everstiksi. Mies oli WSJ:n mukaan yksi F-16-koulutuksen saaneista ukrainalaislentäjistä.
ellauri408.html on line 308: First the false prophet said Nebuchadnezzar would sack and destroy Tyre, and that it would never be rebuilt: “I will make you a bare rock, and you will become a place to spread fishnets. You will never be rebuilt, for I the Lord have spoken, declares the Sovereign Lord. (Ezekiel 26:14)
ellauri408.html on line 363: Clearly, such things were made up long after the fact, as the “big fish” story got fishier and fishier.
ellauri412.html on line 693: But here’s the thing. In the atheist worldview, there is no such thing as objective evil. Few atheists have the courage to admit that, of course. Richard Dawkins is one. He wrote: “In a universe of electrons and selfish genes, blind physical forces and genetic replication, some people are going to get hurt, other people are going to get lucky, and you won’t find any rhyme or reason in it, nor any justice. The universe that we observe has precisely the properties we should expect if there is, at bottom, no design, no purpose, no evil, no good, nothing but pitiless indifference.”
ellauri458.html on line 516: farvas iz meester zilberfish zoy mies?
ellauri458.html on line 518: Ah, a bissele a shpiel af Jiddisch! 😄 *Frvs iz zilberfish zoy mies?* klingt vi a bissele a rätsel! Zilberfish... ikh denk, dos iz nit geven keyn besunders freilekh fish, ober maybe dos iz a bissele a shprikhwort oder a humoristisher Ausdruck? In Jiddisch ken men oft finen a sakh shprikhverter un humor mit a bissele a dreyenish. Vilst du mir gebn a hint, vos du host gemeint mit dem "frvs iz zilberfish zoy mies"? Oder zol ikh epes erfindn a mayse vegn zilberfish?
Norway is fairly middling when it comes to Europe. The food is sometimes questionable (they eat sheep heads and cure fish with lye) and most of the year it’s freezing and dark.
I’m from a small rural community, and ev’rybody who lived in my neighborhood, if you want to call it that, were relatives. We called it “the circle,” and our house was there, my grandmother’s house was there, an aun’ an’ uncle who were childless lived there, and (uh) a couple of aunts an’ uncles who had children. There were five female cousins, an’ in the summertime we hung out together all day long from early until late. In my grandmother’s yard was a maple tree, and the five of us developed that into our apartment building. Each of us had a limb, and [small laugh] the less daring cousins took the lo’er limbs, and I and another cousin a year younger than I always went as far to the top as we could, an’ we– we were kinda derisive of those girls who stayed with the lower limbs. We had front doors an’ back doors. The front door was the — the limb — were the limbs on the front, that were nearest (um) the boxwood hedge. And the grass was all worn away in that area. An’ then the back doorwa–was on the back side of the tree, an’ you could only enter the front an’ exit from the rear. And that had to be done by swinging off a limb that was fairly high off the ground, and (um) my cousin Belinda and I had no problem with that, but the other girls — that was always somethin’ we had to coax them into doin’. But still, you entered the front, you left the rear. We (um) ate our lunches together. When it was lunchtime — an’ our mothers always cooked lunch in the summertime ’cause they didn’ want to be in the hot kitchen at night. So we would just take our (um) — go home, an’ we’d load our plates with all the vegetables an’ the cornbread, an’ get our glasses of milk or ice tea or whatever we were havin’, an’ we would head for somebody’s yard, where we would all sit down an’ eat together. It was just an institution: lunch in somebody’s yard. An’ if you wanted to go home for a second helping– sometimes that was quite a little walk, but it was worth it, because that was our thing, having lunch together, every day. (Um) We gathered at my grandmother’s on Sundays. All my aunts would get those chairs, form a circle. (Uh) One crocheted. (Uh) Most of them just sat an’ talked, an’ we girls hung out for the main part with the women. (Uh) The men would gather around the fish pond, which was in a side yard. It was (um) — it was kind of a rock (um) pond that my granddaddy had, had built. There was a ir’n pipe in the middle, an’ when he went fishin’, he would put his catch in there. Or he caught a mud turtle, he’d put it in there. An’ there it stayed until it was time to kill it an’ cook it, whatever it was. The pipe in the middle had water that sprayed up all the time. There was a locust tree near there, an’ that’s where we girls picked the leaves an’ the thorns to make the doll clothes out o’ the locust. It’s where we always ate the watermelon. We always had to save the rind, an’ we always had to leave some pink on that rind, because my grandmother made watermelon pickles out o’ that rind. I hated the things. I thought they were the worst things I ever put in my mouth. But ever’body else thought watermelon pickles were just a great delicacy. That was also around the time that ev’rybody grew gladiolias [sic] an’ I thought they were the ugliest flower I’d ever laid my eyes on, but ever’body had gladiolias. ‘Course now I’ve come to appreciate the gladiolia, but back then I had absolutely no appreciation for it. It was also where we made (uh) ice cream, (uh) on the front porch. We made ice cream on Sunday afternoons. I had an aunt who worked in the general mercantile business that my family owned, an’ she was only home on Sunday, so she baked all day: homemade rolls an’ cakes. And so, she made cakes an’ we made ice cream, an’ ever’body wan’ed to crank, of course. (Um) That was just a big treat, to get to crank that ice cream. It was jus’ our Sunday afternoon thing, an’ I, I think back on it. All the aunts would sit around an’ they’d talk, an’ they’d smoke. Even if you never saw those ladies smoke, any other time o’ the week. On Sunday afternoon when we all were gathered about in gran- in granny’s yard, they’d have a cigarette. Just a way of relaxing, I suppose. The maple tree’s now gone. In later years, it was thought the maple tree, our apartment building, was shading the house too much an’ causing mildew, so it was removed at some point. And I don’t, to this day, enjoy lookin’ (uh) into that part o’ the yard. …
xxx/ellauri157.html on line 71: After all, I see why I am always asking for private, individual, selfish miracles. My experience is very different from other people’s.
xxx/ellauri175.html on line 389: "Tässä on päivien päivä! hän sanoi, kun lähestyin: kaunein päivistä elää ja kuolla! Se on kaunis päivä maan ja elämän pojille!... Ah! kauniimpi, - vielä kauniimpi, - taivaan ja kuoleman tyttäreille! A great day for a banana fish! » (Edgar Allan Poe, Morella)
xxx/ellauri179.html on line 646: Book II comprises a sort of mid-book idyll. The author offers it to us by way of contrast to the Paris scenes that went before. In this novel, Pamplona will serve as a kind of anti-Paris, semi-rural and organic where the City of Light is urban and decadent. The woods outside Burguete where Kake and Bill fish for trout are even more different from Paris, and the sense of tranquility that the fishing trip creates in them and us could not be more different from the freneticism of the novel's opening chapters.
xxx/ellauri179.html on line 652: More black humor: "Get up," Kake tells Bill, who replies "What? I never get up." Of course, it is Kake, not Bill, who never gets up. Later, trout (again, a phallic fish) try in vain to swim against the current of a waterfall, and — not so humorously — Kake reads a book about a man frozen inside a glacier whose wife awaits the reappearance of his body for twenty-four years. Kake is "frozen," too, only no one has the patience to await his unthawing.
xxx/ellauri179.html on line 924: Where the flyin’-fishes play, Mela sisällä etunojassa
xxx/ellauri179.html on line 978: Where the flyin’-fishes play,
xxx/ellauri187.html on line 495: sillä aikaa kun rouvat kokkaavat kotosalla gefillte fishiä.
xxx/ellauri193.html on line 730: LETTER: What will it take to get selfish people to obey the law?
xxx/ellauri195.html on line 224: Unselfishness . . “Seeketh not her own.”
xxx/ellauri195.html on line 229: Patience; kindness; generosity; humility; courtesy; unselfishness; good temper; guilelessness; sincerity—these make up the supreme gift, the stature of the perfect man. Just like a woman in fact, eating humble pie. Thank God the Christianity of to-day is coming nearer the world’s end.
xxx/ellauri199.html on line 102: As I began to ponder the use and abuse of the ancient radish, it was Roman legal scholar Paul du Plessis who wrote to let me know of the legal connections between radishes, anuses, and adultery in Greco-Roman antiquity. While there is debate over the actual application of the punishment, it appears that Athenian adulterers may have been punished with “Rhaphanidosis” in the Agora by having radishes or fish shoved up their assholes and then having their pubic hair depilated by hot ash.
xxx/ellauri208.html on line 1039: Alexander was hungry and told his cook Andreas to prepare a meal. Andreas took water from this spring to wash some salt fish, and at the touch of the water the fish came to life again and slipped away through his fingers. Here, Alexander´s cook, named Andreas, washes dried fish in water from a spring: the fish comes to life. The cook also drinks the water. Envying his immortality, Alexander laments that 'it was not fated for me to drink from the spring of immortality which gives life to what is dead'. The cook is thrown into the sea with a millstone round his neck.
xxx/ellauri228.html on line 504: What follows are some sample recipes of dishes one might find at a Holy Supper in Eastern U.S. The meal should include fluffy bread with a lot of gas in it. Breaking wind at a meal is a longstanding Christian tradition evoking a key characteristic of our Lord. Feel free to build your own menu with additional appropriate fishes from your own family fish collection.
xxx/ellauri235.html on line 124:*Midshipman: any of the toadfishes of genus Porichthys, distinguished by photophores and four lateral lines, typically nocturnal, and noted for a hum produced by males during the breeding season. Even the toadies and lickspittles among the midshipmen--and naturally there were several--hate the tyrant midshipman, Mr. Homer Simpson.
xxx/ellauri239.html on line 161: Don’t you suppose little Jewish boys got those commandments drummed into their heads repeatedly? Wouldn’t you expect the boys would ask questions about that commandment, just as little boys ask questions today? What does that mean? Does that mean I cannot kill a mosquito? Or a fish? Their teacher would remind them that animals could be killed for food and for sacrifice in the temple.
xxx/ellauri250.html on line 318: Justsum Nobodee: Sucker!!! This had to have been written by a collapsed narcissist. Poor poor narcissist, finally alone after shitting on everyone, destroying children, screaming, lying, trickery, snickering, selfish, back stabbing, manipulation, hypocrites, humiliating innocent people, stealing other peoples children. oh poor them. Bless their heart. They are the victim here. Just give them more attention.
xxx/ellauri250.html on line 731: TIME Spotlight Story Effective Altruism Has a Hostile Culture to Women, Critics Say. Effective Altruism Promises to Do Good Better. These Women Say It Has a Toxic Culture Of Sexual Harassment and Abuse. They say that effective altruism's overwhelming maleness, its professional incestuousness, its subculture of polyamory and its overlap with tech-bro dominated "rationalist" groups have combined to treat females like fishmarket finds.
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 1169: As wolves in a wolfish horde;
xxx/ellauri298.html on line 298: perch Is never far. I walk the ancient widow’s watch. My lover fishes far out at
xxx/ellauri298.html on line 532:So long and thanx for all the fish!
xxx/ellauri304.html on line 640: Theme isn’t something you paste on after you write the first draft. Now, potboilers in general don’t have much thematic content because they doesn’t need to go far beyond: Bang Bang and the good guys in the white hats win. Theme is a more ever-present feeling that permeates the book you’re working on. Do you think when Ayn Rand wrote The Fountainhead or Atlas Shrugged, she first wrote the stories and then asked herself, “Now whatever could this be about? Selfishness?” But then, she was more political than most and, as I said, many books don’t have any discernible theme, except, buy it please and make me rich. That's my theme anyway.
xxx/ellauri306.html on line 147: Selfishness Definition & Meaning - Merriam-Webster
xxx/ellauri306.html on line 148: The meaning of SELFISHNESS is the quality or state of being selfish : a concern for one's own welfare or advantage at the expense of or in disregard of others : excessive interest in oneself. How to use selfishness in a sentence.
xxx/ellauri306.html on line 150: Selfishness - Wikipedia
xxx/ellauri306.html on line 151: Selfishness is being concerned excessively or exclusively, for oneself or one's own advantage, pleasure, or welfare, regardless of others. Selfishness is the opposite of altruism or selflessness; and has also been contrasted (as by C. S. Lewis) with self-centeredness.
xxx/ellauri306.html on line 501: Tästä Peter Schwartz (writer) olis tykännyt. Mistä Peter muuton luulee tietävänsä että Attila oli tunteiden heiteltävä raivopää? Hobbes oli oikeassa että jos 2 haluaa samaa asiaa jota ei voi jakaa kahtia syntyy konflikti. Mixikähän Silverfish luulee että haluaisin kaverixi jonkun jonka nimi on Sudikto Sikder? Yhtä vähän kuin haluaisin kaverin nimeltä Silverfish. Peterin mielestä oikeanlaatuinen izekkyys tuli ilmoille vasta Rozenbaumin akan perseestä. Alisa onnistui näät johtamaan oughtin isistä. Näin on siis näin täytyy olla. Paizi Alisa, ja Peter sen magnetofoonina, puhuu epädarwinistisesti organismista, kun jo pitkään on tiedetty että altruismi selittyy izekkäistä geeneistä. Organismi on pelkkä itiöemä, jonka tehtävä on jatkaa iturataa eteenpäin.
xxx/ellauri354.html on line 236: Hemingway's preoccupation with violence dominated his life. Tässä se nähtiin taas. He won the Nobel prize of literature in 1945. Figures. Big game hunting, deep sea fishing, military exploits, physical prowess, heavy boozing. Ilmiselvä homo.Tästä aiheesta on paljon paasausta ennestäänkin. Old man and the Seagram.
xxx/ellauri400.html on line 193: houses, charming, fond of fishing (but not of
xxx/ellauri410.html on line 1016: He needs no fishmarket, for:
xxx/ellauri414.html on line 173: Vijnana (Science) minus Jnana (Knowledge) of Dharma results in the ever increasing of selfishness and greed. It is on account of this, immorality and corruption, violence and sexual immorality are spreading like cancer and are threatening the health of our nation and of humanity. To this situation, the only remedy is the resurrection of the "Doctrine of Trivarga" which constitutes the Philosophy of our country - a philosophy universally applicable.
xxx/ellauri414.html on line 235: when your entrée is made of Salmon fish.
xxx/ellauri414.html on line 274: vegetarian. Add: if you leave away meat or fish
xxx/ellauri414.html on line 279: say is fish is considered vegetarian in
xxx/ellauri416.html on line 444: The Ark of the Covenant was the equivalent of the Israelites’ cult statue, so it is no wonder that the writers of the Old Testament reserved great scorn for the Philistines and their primary god, Dagon after their “cult statue" was taken. Little is known about the god Dagon, except he looked like a fish, not unlike Jeshua, but modern scholars believe he was a male variant of an Indo-European earth goddess. It is important to note that unlike Bal and some other Canaanite and Semitic gods, the Old Testament never mentions renegade Israelites worshipping Dagon. The Philistines and their culture were anathemas to the Israelites.
xxx/ellauri417.html on line 598: DNF at 104 pages. I loved Morningstar and expected, well, SOMETHING with this book. But so far, it’s just a plodding, litany of the protagonist’s moves - minute-by-minute. “I had eggs and fish, then walked to the post office. There was an atttactive woman on the tram. I bought a sausage. Ove and I smoked hash in his basement and listened to Judas Priest. Ove’s sister is attractive. I had a wank….” Yadda yadda. I sooo wanted more. If someone tells me it moves into something with more substance as of page 105, I’d be willing to give it one more go.
xxx/ellauri436.html on line 173:Ramakrishna (18 February 1836 – 16 August 1886), also called Ramakrishna Paramahansa (Bengali: রামকৃষ্ণ পরমহংস, romanized: Ramôkṛṣṇo Pôromohôṅso; pronounced [ramɔkriʂno pɔromoɦɔŋʃo] ⓘ; IAST: Rāmakṛṣṇa Paramahaṃsa), born Ramakrishna Chattopadhay, was an Indian Hindu mystic. He was a devotee of the blackface goddess Kali, but adhered to various religious practices from the Hindu traditions of Vaishnavism, Tantric Shaktism, and Advaita Vedanta, as well as Christianity and Islam. His parable-based teachings advocated the essential unity of religions and proclaimed that world religions are "so many paths to reach one and the same goal". He was regarded by his followers as an avatar (divine incarnation). He later proceeded towards tantric sadhanas, which generally include a set of heterodox practices called vamachara (left-hand path), which utilise as a means of liberation, activities like eating of parched grain, fish and meat along with drinking of wine and sexual intercourse (shagti). Paras paraabeli oli se missä sykofantti shakaali turhaan odotti sonnilta putoavan nannaa kasseista. Opetus: älä nuolaise ennenkö tipahtaa.
xxx/ellauri450.html on line 492: Men derive self-esteem by being respected; women feel worthy when they are loved. He also considers feminists a threat because they question the natural leadership of men. Men like to "hunt and fish and hike in the wilderness" while women prefer to "stay at home and wait for them to show their manhood."
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