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If we ever to run for office, this would be my campaign song
By: webb on: Aug 20,2009 In: the smell of ambition, hope, power and corruptionYouTube – SIMON & GARFUNKEL-’”AMERICA” LIVE! ON DAVID LETTERMAN. Which might be reason enough to never run for office.
An unprecedented moment
By: webb on: Jan 19,2009 In: right now, the smell of ambition, hope, power and corruptionLike millions of people, I’m trying to figure out how to grab this moment in history. To cement it in my mind. And to articulate, however imperfectly, why I am so moved by it. I haven’t figure it out yet. I haven’t even gotten close. So now, I have just two things: I am torn [...]
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Isn’t looking to the past a necessary part of accountability?
By: webb on: Jan 12,2009 In: the smell of ambition, hope, power and corruptionThe problem, with American optimism, is that we are always ready to look forward and think that past deeds won’t impact us. For all that’s beautiful about our national ability to reinvent ourselves, this is its dark side: As a candidate, Mr. Obama broadly condemned some counterterrorism tactics of the Bush administration and its claim [...]
Shouldn’t she already have been doing this?
By: webb on: Jan 10,2009 In: right now, the smell of ambition, hope, power and corruptionThey also said plenty about the tenacious, strong-willed woman who will play a key role in shaping Obama’s plans to restore credibility and morale to U.S. intelligence operations — presuming she doesn’t run for governor of California instead, as many Democrats in her home state hope she will. “I have reached a stage in my [...]
Not the home state of vegetarians
By: webb on: Aug 19,2005 In: 1,000 words, and we're off, the smell of ambition, hope, power and corruptionNot the home state of vegetarians Originally uploaded by gorickjones. This tin sign inside of Jacks. Sure isn’t something you’d be likely to see in the Bay Area.
Why?
"He stopped commenting on this oddness of hers. She said the news clippings she sent to friends were a perfectly reasonable way to correspond. There were a thousand things to clip and they all said something about the way she felt. He watched her read and cut. She wore half-glasses and worked the scissors grimly. She believed these were personal forms of expression. She believed no message she could send a friend was more intimate and telling than a story in the paper about a violent act, a crazed man, a bombed Negro home, a Buddhist monk who sets himself on fire. Because these are the things that tell us how we live." -Don Dellilo, Libra
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