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...guns / You get knowledge / Looking for your soul.” Throughout “The Renaissance,” it’s clear that Q-Tip can rap, write, and produce. He is a true hip-hop Renaissance man. If there’s one knock on “The Renaissance,” it is that the momentum fades at times. You have strings of excellent songs?, like “Believe” and “Shaka” at the end of the album. Other times, you have songs like...
...Democrats did knock off a few fire-breathing right-wing targets: wacky Bill Sali of Idaho, who protested a minimum-wage hike by introducing a bill to repeal the law of gravity; Marilyn Musgrave of Colorado, who once declared gay marriage the greatest threat to America; Tom Feeney of Florida, an escapee from the Abramoff scandal; and Elizabeth Dole of North Carolina, who ran ads calling her Christian opponent "godless." They also defeated some impressive Republicans who could have helped lead the party out of the wilderness, like moderate Congressman Christopher Shays of Connecticut, conservative Senator John Sununu...
...Cuban-Americans Obama can poach from the GOP; and Obama volunteer Jose Realin thinks he can deliver them. Realin, 38, a bail bondsman and a lifelong registered Republican now on the Democrat's side, was heading out of the Obama campaign office in the 25th on Monday evening to knock on doors in Cuban neighborhoods. "They worry that Obama won't be tough enough with Castro," he said, "but the economy, the war - that stuff is making them a lot more open-minded...
...During his 2006 campaign, Irving said he tried to knock on every door in Cambridge. Though he fell short of that mark, he called his quest “the most fascinating experience...
...Roxanna tripped lightly down the hall toward Frederick’s chambers, she sang bits and snippets of an old Shropshire tune. “Hey nonny, hey nonny...In the spring time, the only pretty ring time...” Distracted as she was, she forgot to knock, and thus did she intrude on the following scene: Frederick, sweat shining weakly on his pale, mottled torso, was sprawled across a chaise lounge. He was on the verge of tears, or maybe he had just finished crying. He was not alone. Frederick’s head...