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...enormous electoral mandate. Many Democrats, for instance, felt the White House tried too hard to win the favor of Republicans, who in the end didn't lend their support. "I am not happy with it," said Senator Tom Harkin, Democrat of Iowa. "You are not looking at a happy camper. I mean, they took a lot of stuff out of education. They took it out of health, school construction, and they put it more into tax issues...
...month the debate was reopened when Arthur Booker, 62, wandered down to retrieve his crab pots on the mangrove-lined banks of the Endeavour River, near Cooktown, in the northeastern state of Queensland. Lying in wait was a large crocodile, which is thought to have dragged the Scottish-born camper into the water and eaten him, leaving only his sandals, watch and video camera beside a huge belly-slide mark...
...Representatives saved us from the greedy fingers of Wall Street. Rather than surrender a single nickel of taxpayer money to the mob that gave us Alt-A mortgages, collateralized debt obligations (CDOs) and credit-default swaps, the House voted down the big bailout. Mr. Market was a very unhappy camper, dropping 777 points and change - or $1.2 trillion in market value. "This is a huge cow patty with a piece of marshmallow stuck in the middle of it, and I am not going to eat that cow patty," vowed Representative Paul Broun, Republican of Georgia...
...prepare for Harvard? CD: In Australia, high school finishes in December, but I was going to start the school year in September, so I had nine months to myself. I went to London and worked as a secretary and saved my money, and then I drove a camper van around Europe for two months before I went to Harvard. 5. FM: What was your concentration? CD: I was a joint concentrator in Social Anthropology and Visual and Environmental Studies. 6. FM: Not your typical pre-professional route.CD: My sister was very interested in fiction film and she was already...
...while freshman Facebook statuses bemoaning its conclusion have begun to pop up across the Harvard network, I can’t help but question the legitimacy of this nostalgia. Because, to be quite frank, Harvard is populated by a group of people who were undoubtedly painfully awkward campers in childhood, and why any such camper would virtually pine for a return to the contrived, queasy confines of any camp-like situation beguiles me. Flash back to the summer of 1998. Imagine Peter, my twenty-something camp counselor, struggling to silence a hot room full of rowdy pre-teens. Silently sitting...