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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...brought me, are either Brownings or Smith & Wessons. Some have seen long service, the butts chipped and scored. Joe ignores these, instead picking up a snub-nosed Browning, still shiny with gun oil. In less than a minute he strips it down to four component parts, inspects the barrel and reassembles the pistol, slotting the parts back together with a series of clunks. Outside, we can hear the muffled stomp of boots and the cries of an NCO as squads of soldiers are marched around the camp's compacted red earth parade ground. "All right," Joe finally grunts after...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Guns and Money | 2/11/2001 | See Source »

...that dissipation" with all this surplus talk, but then followed that with a major faux pas: "I take it interest rates will be reduced further next week?" (Greenspan only smiled behind his hand, and the betting remains that Sarbanes is right.) The dissipation - Greenspan bemoaned in particular the pork-barrel parade at the end of October's budget negotiations - is a Hill thing, and there the responsibility stays. The message: If Bush's tax cut busts the budget, it'll be your fault, not mine...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Greenspan's Brave New World Has Room for Bush's Tax Cut | 1/25/2001 | See Source »

...such bottom-of-the-barrel teams exist in every sport, be it due to any number of reasons, ranging from a lack of fan support to organizational mismanagement. (Montreal, for one, has no business hosting a baseball franchise. It is time for the league to move that team to Vegas or northern Virginia and move on.) But will a salary cap solve the problems of these teams? Well, how much has such a cap helped the Clippers in the NBA? Or the Bengals...

Author: By Brian E. Fallon, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Life of Brian: Baseball Needs a Salary Cap Like a Hole in the Head | 1/19/2001 | See Source »

...dark moment of the day, as I get lapped by another skier, taste blood in my mouth that is spraying up from my heaving, overtaxed lungs, and catch a ski tip on a tree, causing me to plow into the underbrush and knock my head on my gun barrel. "This is not fun... this is just dumb... stop... please." Finally, the casual clockings we keep in the time trial reveal that I only need to cut my time in half in order to be competitive. Even my own formidable powers of denial are feeling the strain...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Happiness Is a Warm Gun on a Cold Day | 1/15/2001 | See Source »

...displays, looks more like the inside of a highflying jet cockpit than a mud-churning battlefield beast. Each system is actually two vehicles--the tracked business end topped with a turret and 155-mm gun, and a resupply vehicle carrying ammo and fuel. The gun's unique liquid-cooled barrel and automatic loading system allow it to fire 10 rounds a minute up to 25 miles, overwhelming the four-round, 18-mile range of the Paladin, the howitzer it is slated to replace...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Blasting the Crusader | 1/15/2001 | See Source »

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