Sheesh, indeed.
FreeDuck wrote:Ticomaya wrote:I'm not alleging that her interpretation is fact, I'm saying you cannot impugn Foxy's credibility for her claim that Baldwin made this statement, as quoted by his wife.
Not to stir the ****, but since she actually said:
Foxfyre wrote:Would this be the same Alec Baldwin who proclaimed loudly and emphatically that he would leave the United States if Bush was elected?
Since he was never actually quoted as saying it, I think it's reasonable to accept that he didn't say it loudly and emphatically, certainly not for Fox's ears to ear.
However, I actually agree with her in this case: who gives a **** what <insert> Baldwin has to say. Can we now move on to continuing to support Bush long after it has become clear that he's not cut out for the job?
"Not to stir the ****"?
What do you call it, then?
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The more you stir a turd, the more it stinks." - Dutch proverb
Hah!
Tico, in quoting a fake Dutch proverb, you have lost all of the credibility that I lent you. I hope you know that the actual Dutch proverb says: "I heard from my estranged husband that **** stinks." So there.
That's a different Dutch proverb.
Thanks, FreeDuck - I had my doubts, especially since none of more than a dozen Dutch spreekworden websites and my 'Proverb Handbook' knew it
Walter Hinteler wrote:Thanks, FreeDuck - I had my doubts, especially since none of more than a dozen Dutch spreekworden websites and my 'Proverb Handbook' knew it
You're going to the wrong websites, and your handbook is out of date.
:wink:
As the Dutch proverb goes "Tico was van bakboord naar stuurboord zenden".
Well, Walter, don't forget this Dutch Proverb: "U zou geen zout op elke slak moeten zetten."
I think this sums it up for everyone here.
"Ik haat wanneer de mensen in het Nederlands schrijven."
Not quite. I prefer the old Dutch proverb:
Mijn noedel is langer dan uw weinerschnitzel.
I can use babelfish too.
I didn't use babelfish ......
Bablefish put to beneficial employ...
A german dialect was often spoken in our home when we were kids (grandparents first language). We never learned to speak it, other than some exotic terms like the one for shithead. But that early familiarity did give me the skill to fake the language well.
If you've been to Vancouver, which is set on the ocean against the Coast Mountains, you'll know of the Grouse Mountain Skyride, a gondola that carries skiers in winter and tourists in summer 3000 feet above the grand scenery of the area.
One summer, a world hang-gliding championship was hosted up top at Grouse. A buddy, Ian, and I decided to head up to see it but, to avoid the expensive gondola fee, we chose to hike up, and drove our car to the parking lot at the bottom. A Grouse Mountain employee, a young fellow majoring in officousness, explained that there was a Ministry of Forests ban on all hiking due to severe forest fire danger. "You can't go up, you'll be breaking the law." But, being outdoorsey guys and also being aware from much earlier experience of the Grouse Mountain Corp's zest for greenbacks (on their ski reports, "excellent conditions" meant anything from pouring rain to 50 MPH winds) we had checked with the forestry agencies before going up.
There was no ban in place. We detailed this information for the fellow. His job description clearly did not include thinking. "I've been told to tell you that if you go up, the RCMP will be meeting you half way." Ian and I exchanged glances. We thought it unlikely that a team of redcoats would scramble 1000 feet downhill to nab us and then join us for the return uphill 1000 feet. We wished him adieu and began the hike.
It was very hot. We passed two young fellows who'd stopped to carefully set down their unfinished beer and vomit up the finished bottles. It was a typical moment of mountainmen brotherhood.
We continued up and reached the next-to-summit level. From there, a chairlift ascended to the peak from where the hanggliders were beginning their run-like-hell and leap thing. But, of course, that chairlift wasn't free, even for those who paid for the Skyride. A clear economic injustice. The hike up under this chair was much shorter and many folks would have taken the alternate manual route had their not been a long rope strung to prevent such notions with signs attached saying "Forest Fire Danger...No Hiking!". We began hiking.
We'd just gotten a hundred yards or so past the rope and signs when a serious voice hailed us from the chairlift above. Another Grouse Mountain employee. Same major. "Hey! You can't go there. The forest is closed!" We paused and looked up to the authority on the moving chair above. In admirable bablefish I sought clarification..."Ein schveederzaggen?" The employee began yelling louder and using her arms. "Back! Go back! Fire!" I sought clarification of this new stuff, yelling louder and more sincerely to match her evident intent to communicate..."SCHEVEEDERZAGEN???"
She tried once more. Ian and I shook our heads sadly at each other, bemoaning this new instance of the barriers that language set between people of good intentions.
We hiked to the top. The waiting kites were spread out like huge butterflies and every minute or so, one in red or brilliant blue would be carried by some Italian or Dutchman's hairy legs to the start of the launch platform. Thump thump thump as the hiking boots pounded against the wood platform, then, the quiet leap.
Great story. Thanks, blatham!
Quote:But the White House will not go that far, saying it would be wrong to tell terrorists which practices they might face.
whoda thunk it
the wh has finally developed 'strategy'.
Another legacy of the Bush administration.
But, hey, xingu, "its just a comma."
Foxfyre wrote:A great nephew just back from Iraq was not happy about going and was one who was pretty down on the war. After six months active duty he is back and volunteering to go back. He said it was nothing like what we see in the papers and he is now convinced the US media is mostly distorting it.
The Albuquerque Journal published today (pages C1 & C3) an interview with two former journalism students from the UNM who are reporting from Iraq.
Your great nephew (and perhaps you as well) might find their views interesting (click on the thumbnails to enlarge, the copies are rather small but still readable, I think)
