Word: blasts
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Louisiana Democrat Russell B. Long, committee chairman, fumed that "the Times article sought to infer something improper about the payments." The Washington Post fired a double-barreled blast at both the Times for "unfair insinuations," and at Connally's "friends" on the Finance Committee for giving "the appearance of wanting to shove the whole situation out of sight by forcing an immediate vote" on his confirmation. Michigan's Robert Griffin, the Republican whip, told Connally: "If this is all there is to it, the New York Times owes you an apology...
...records either dispense with buzz and blast entirely, or else hold it tightly under control. Hendrix's The Cry of Love (Reprise) contains more tenderness and calm than anything he ever did before. Angel, for example, substitutes rich, poignant Beatlesque harmonies for the handful of blunt blues chord changes that used to characterize much of his work. Drifting is a lighter-than-air romantic ballad that could almost be sung by Crooner Johnny Mathis: "Drifting on a sea of forgotten teardrops/On a life-boat/Sailin' for your love/Sailin'home." Big-beat songs like Freedom and Nightbird Flyin...
Along the way, Wambaugh's three cops find battered children, chain-swinging homosexuals, a drunk so close to death from malnutrition that even the skin on his hands has rotted off, a shotgun blast in the stomach, an actress-carhop who has used so many names that she has almost forgotten the one she was born with. Finally, one of the officers meets a sudden, cruelly meaningless death while investigating a routine family quarrel...
...response in Kampala, where Obote was never popular, was jubilant. Cheering crowds trampled on thousands of framed Obote photographs. Some tried to scale the walls of the 17-story Apolo Hotel, Obote's namesake, to tear down its huge neon sign. Others attempted to commandeer a tank to blast an engraving of Obote from the seal of the Parliament building...
...book's thesis that Russia and the U.S. are racing to blast off for Mars, and that virtually the entire American press, babbling about the nation's social needs, is trying to block the U.S. effort. An American labor leader turns out to be a Soviet agent, and a neurotic black astronaut who has not made his peace with the white world (an attitude the author finds entirely outrageous) goes mental while in moon orbit. The loudest noise to be heard is Drury rubbing his hands together as he exposes the pinko thinking of all those fluoridating reporters...