This little diagram here shows what is going on in the conservative media and who's funding who.
Here's some supporting links:
Mitt Romney, Bain Capital, and Clear Channel
Limbaugh acknowledges
Wiki article
What do ya wanna bet that Rush's huge drop in ratings over the last year has really smoked his ham?
Follow the money, children, and you will always find what is really going on.
That is very interesting. And good advice to follow the money and always ask, who benefits.
ReplyDeleteTry this. Every time Ron Paul is interviewed in a hostile manner Wikipedia the interviewer. Check the affiliations. Who are they married to and what college etc?
ReplyDeleteI hope most of ya like lamb. I eat mine with mint jelly ;-)
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As my mother would say "Money is the root of all evil."
ReplyDeleteChris, so do I and I believe that this custom was brought over from the Old World. Once I went to a restaurant and ordered it, but the waiter said that the cook refused to provide the mint jelly since all that was used for was to mask the odor, to which I replied that this is ridiculous, I want it. At any rate they said they didn't have any and I never went back. Blithering idiots.
I think you are correct Brock. I can remember eating it with my great grandfather as a wee lad. One of my earliest memories of him. He was as old world as they came back then! :-)
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He was as old world as they came back then! :-)
ReplyDeleteAnd you sure miss him now.:)
Mr. Bowen
http://www.namsouth.com/viewtopic.php?t=2211&highlight=bowen
My neighbor across the road, Mr. Bowen, http://s1.postimage.org/1Olkzi-6cf96198e17603593f3fa29a1e8a213b.jpg was in his seventies when he found me crying at his fence behind his house after the older boys had left me in their dust, and he became my best friend until he died. I don't remember how old I was, but probably about six. I loved going to visit him, where he would always give me my choice of a piece of candy, and then regale me with stories of the Confederacy, as he spit into his spittoon. He would tie chickens on his clothes line by their legs, and then go down the row slitting their necks with his handy Barlow knife, as he chawed' on a plug of Brown Mule, which was my Christmas present to him each year. One year my mother asked if I didn't want to get him something different, and I was dumbfounded, as I told her, but that's what he likes! Every time my mother would bake loaves of bread, I would take one to him steaming hot. There isn't much better than this smothered in butter. He taught me how to make my first slingshot among many, many other things. I really miss him.