Word: gibe
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...gibe came as a terrible shock. "I was humiliated. I was embarrassed," she says, still fuming about the incident. "I didn't go to the EPA to be the butt of racially insensitive remarks." But she thought those days were over when President Clinton in early 1993 selected Carol Browner, a noted liberal who had worked as an aide to Al Gore, as the EPA's new administrator. "I was pleased to see a woman with a reputation for being sensitive to civil rights issues become administrator," says Coleman-Adebayo, 48. "I thought she would start a dialogue about...
...response to the campaign's decision to cancel press conferences for the last seven weeks of the campaign. For most pols, a blackout would be reason to haul out the peanuts and Cracker Jack, but for the slap-and-tickle candidate, this was punishment. Bush likes to gambol and gibe, because that's what baseball is too. Which is why his off-the-record chats tell you more about Bush in minutes than hours of reporting could ever uncover: what he thinks about the debates, the stolen debate tape and the electoral landscape. He mocks Al Gore. He pinches female...
...voting place in Carthage, gave a very brief press conference cautioning his supporters that they would have to await the electoral vote despite his apparent win of the popular vote. He urged patience. He jogged and played his usual touch football with Tipper and the kids to the predictable gibe that he was acting Kennedyesque. But that's as presidential...
...Then I start practicing both hands together. About the first 200 times, I play the song slower than Billie Holiday would have sung it on the day she died. "I - get - too - hun - gry - for - G minor - at - eight." The old gibe about how to get to Carnegie Hall is true: practice, man, practice. Eventually, magically, I start to recognize a song emerging from my fumbles. But something is missing: an audience...
Then I start practicing both hands together. About the first 200 times, I play the song slower than Billie Holiday would have sung it on the day she died. "I--get--too--hun--gry--for--G minor--at--eight." The old gibe about how to get to Carnegie Hall is true: practice, man, practice. Eventually, magically, I start to recognize a song emerging from my fumbles. But something is missing: an audience...