Word: chins
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...lost their bearing on that issue," Armey says. "It's absurd that they'd ever allow themselves to devolve into a circumstance where Democrats are more trusted than we are [on government spending]. And President Bush has to be held principally responsible for that. You cannot lead with your chin on social issues; they tried that a few years ago and got themselves in trouble," he says, referring to episodes like the Terri Schiavo controversy, when Congress tried to prevent a brain-dead woman in Florida from being taken off life support...
...near the Iranian border. "Ashraf is our home, Ashraf is our home," they robotically chant in Iranian-accented Arabic, as they jab their right fists into the air in unison. Some of the women, who are all dressed in pantsuits with long jackets and colorful headscarves tied under the chin, carry placards in Persian. A bright yellow banner shimmers in the mid-morning sun. "Ashraf is the city of peace," it says in Arabic...
...online news, you don't even need the guests or the camera. A paper, by contrast, has presses and trucks and lifestyle reporters; comic strips, critics and recipes; the DIY column, beat writers, the sports pages, an investigative team, the statehouse bureau, a squad of chin strokers on the editorial board and that older fellow who writes a "light" column that hasn't been funny for years. That's a lot of overhead...
...This young actor, who was equally persuasive in Roger Dodger and The Squid and the Whale, has the edge on Cera in terms of range. When Eisenberg narrows his eyes, thrusts his chin forward and huffs, we're not sure if he's a bona fide jerk or not, whereas Cera is always a smart-mouthed sweetie pie. But in that moment of James' degradation, in his acceptance of the humbling Games uniform, he magically transforms into a guy we could see spending the summer with...
...second floor of what was once a school in east Mosul, an Iraqi Army medic stuck his chin out a hallway window and shaved over the courtyard. On either side of him in the dingy hallway light, detainees sat facing the wall, blankets cast over their heads. The Iraqi Army had brought them in on a tip from a man they caught with bomb making materials, and a U.S. Army platoon had just arrived. As the medic flicked his razor and turned his small mirror, the American soldiers stood the detainees up one by one, scanned their retinas, took their...