Word: crowd
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...presidential campaign had marched into a High Plains bacchanal of shiny hogs, leather chaps and skanky tattoos--and the people seemed to like it. "As you may know, not long ago, a couple hundred thousand Berliners made a lot of noise for my opponent," Senator John McCain told the crowd on Aug. 4 at the Sturgis Motorcycle Rally, an annual rite billed as the largest of its kind in the world. "I'll take the roar of 50,000 Harleys...
...unmuffled bikes again sounded its response, filling the air with exhaust and making the ground quake. It was McCain's sort of crowd: heavy with vets and drunk with freedom-loving fervor. In the past, the Arizona Senator might have followed up with some "straight talk" or bad jokes, the informal shtick that won him New Hampshire twice. But the newest version of candidate McCain does not dillydally, soft-pedal or claim to live outside politics-as-usual. He hits hard and on message--one focused squarely on his opponent, the political phenom Barack Obama...
...campaign plane to prevent reporters from even catching a glimpse. Instead of charm and candor, he serves up fastballs. Instead of risk-taking, he seeks control. It's a whole new McCain. "We're going to drill here, and we're going to drill now," he exhorted the crowd at Sturgis, referring to his latest crusade to expand domestic oil production, an issue that polls well for McCain in key swing states. "My opponent doesn't want to drill ... He wants to inflate your tires...
Whatever you call beer pong, it's ubiquitous. Bars across the country, like the LA Hangout in Lutz, Fla., host weekly tournaments and organize leagues. The Hangout's Sunday-night beer-pong crowd is usually 20 to 40 teams, mostly of players under age 30, including students, teachers and retail workers. "When we started it, no one had even heard of beer pong," says Paul Riebenack, one of the Hangout's two owners. "Now everyone seems to know what it is. Two and a half years later, it's more mainstream...
...with the wails of women walking in from the fields. They gather on a patch of open grass before a stretcher made from freshly cut bamboo, bound and laid with banana leaves. On it is a small bundle wrapped in a red and blue blanket. An imam calls the crowd together, asks them to take off their shoes and arranges them in two lines, women behind men, facing east. "Allah Akbar," he says twice. Then four men pick up the bier, easily handling its weight with one arm, and walk a short way to a freshly dug hole, into which...