Word: mans
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...from being redneck. But would you say that you've always been a redneck at heart? My definition of [being a redneck] is a glorious absence of sophistication. In my job at IBM, I carried a tool bag and fixed machines. Doing comedy has made me a wealthy man, but I drive a Chevrolet pickup truck. I wear jeans and T shirts every day unless I have to be on TV. I said to someone not long ago, "Here's the problem that the media makes: They tend to think if you gave rednecks a billion dollars they wouldn...
...angered by a company doing well in difficult times. The rage is triggered by the perception that some institutions, having survived the near meltdown of the system with the help of taxpayers' money, are now in a position to reap fat benefits at the expense of the man (or woman) in the street. Speculators may have a function in more prosperous times when they help to clear dead wood. In times of a deep recession, like the one we are still in, they are seen as a new breed of carpetbaggers. Rudy Jakma, LEIXLIP, IRELAND...
...shirt socialist; he loved beer, good wine and pretty women, and was proud of his prowess at fox-hunting. He had a decency about him, marrying on her deathbed his longtime mistress. Hunt absolves Engels from the charge that would later be laid against him - that after the old man's death he perverted Marxism in ways that allowed others to turn it into an ideology of terror. Still, he was no saint. In the viciousness with which he and Marx attacked their enemies in the constant segmentation of 19th century radical groups, it is not hard...
...animals? This is inhumane," a man yells from a bus that is packed so tightly with people that limbs, heads, and torsos are pressed against the dirty windows. "I'm a German citizen," he calls out. "I have two children with me. They are dying." To the non-Palestinians at Rafah Crossing, "Come and see how the Palestinians live" was a popular refrain through the long, hot wait. Everyone wanted his or her name and story recorded; passports and documents were thrust in the face of a foreign journalist. "Record this," people asked with desperation...
Getting through Rafah ultimately feels like a tremendous feat. Once on the other side, the bus pulls away from the Egyptian customs terminal, past Egyptian tanks, and into no-man's land before a sign welcomes you to Palestine. As the bus moved through the checkpoint, the Palestinians who had made it in began to applaud. They cheered and thanked God; others called relatives on their mobile phones. It was an emotional moment, yet paradoxical all the same, given that many might never be able to get back...