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...capital, Sadat had courageously done what few Arab leaders would still do today: He declared a commitment to peace in his enemy’s den. His 28-minute plane ride from a military base near the Suez Canal to Tel Aviv permanently changed fears into hopes and transformed hate into trust. As rumors persist of a reprisal of Syrian-Israeli peace negotiations, it is wise to recall the dramatic effect of Sadat’s visit on a possible Arab-Israel peace. To prove his sincerity about living side by side in peace with Israel, President Bashar Assad...
...iPhone, but I plan to in the near future. Like Grossman, I'm sick of the sour grapes from naysayers who moan about what the iPhone doesn't do and ignore what it does do and just how well it does it. I hate my conventional cell phone with its 100-page, four-language manual that I can't begin to understand. I've used the iPhone without having to look at the manual. And the only language required is intuition...
...Little World” have more in common with Yellowcard and Kidz Bop. It’s not all terrible, though. First single “Tick Tick Boom” is the logical sequel to their breakout hit “Hate To Say I Told You So”; it features similarly jagged guitars and arrogant boasts like “Yeah / I was right all along.” The synth-pop of “Won’t Be Long” is incredibly catchy and is the only song on the album that succeeds...
...Saturday, Harvard students will make the trek to dirty New Haven for a long day of drinking, eating, and trash-talking. Oh, right, and something about a football game. Our intrinsic distaste for Yalies goes unquestioned, but this long-standing rivalry had to begin somewhere. Seriously, why do we hate them so much? Back in 1869, Princeton and Rutgers played the first intercollegiate game of “football,” which bore a striking resemblance to soccer. Meanwhile, Harvard had been playing their own version, based roughly on the rules of rugby. Ever the football snobs, Harvard declined...
...brings the joy of getting to every child, including the Afro-American orphan, and there is joy in every land, and at the North Pole. It's all meant to bring edifying moisture to audiences' eyes. The more susceptible moviegoers may shed a tear or two, but they risk hating themselves in the morning. On the upside, they don't have to wait to hate Fred Claus...