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...first-class cabin and shouting "Police! Police! Police!" I whirled and faced the passengers, with my back to the cockpit door that I am to protect with my life. In these close quarters, I feel confident about only one thing: my Sig Sauer 229 handgun and its hollow-point bullets designed to mushroom inside the human body...
...stronger than it had been four years earlier. And there was little doubt about the answer. At the time, America's diplomats were being held hostage in Iran, a rescue attempt had crashed in flames in the desert, and the Army--by its generals' own admission--was going "hollow." Though Presidents Nixon, Ford and Carter had all promoted the development of new weapons systems--the MX missile, F-117 fighter, the B-2 bomber, the M1 tank--it was under Reagan that those programs bore fruit, along with a mighty, imaginary weapon born all of Reagan's own instincts...
...fragile an institution, apparently, is straight marriage that the presence of any other sort of marriage might nullify it entirely. What is most surprising about the many false arguments marshaled by those who oppose same-sex marriage is not how absurd they are, how tired, how hollow-sounding—it’s that, with logic that so half-heartedly masks the irrational and old-fashioned bigotry underneath it, conservatives bothered to put on the pseudo-sensical...
...cakes (Mister Squishy), a homicidal substitute civics teacher whose students are not even paying attention when they're taken hostage (The Soul Is Not a Smithy), a therapy patient who kills himself after hearing his pain articulated as a joke on Cheers (Good Old Neon). "I was evidently so hollow and insecure that I had a pathological need to see myself as somehow exceptional or outstanding at all times," says the man ripped asunder by a Frasier Crane...
...receiver of my M-1 rifle. The water was being shot up all around me. Clarius Riggs, who left the assault boat in front of me, went under, shot to death. About 8 or 10 ft. to my right, as we reached the dry sand, I heard a hollow thud, and I saw Private Robert Dittmar hold his chest and heard him yell, "I'm hit! I'm hit!" I hit the ground and watched him as he continued to go forward about 10 more yards. He tripped over a tank obstacle, and as he fell, his body made...