Word: mouthes
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: all
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...Science Monitor: “He’s vetted; that’s very important. Voters know what there is to know, both positive and negative, and they obviously like him.” I’m somehow imagining Edwards with lights shone in his mouth, Saddam Hussein-style. Wary of electing house pets which are too docile for the voters’ tastes, Helen Kennedy of The New York Daily News cautioned that “Edwards has not been much of an attack dog, a key quality in a veep...
...Patrician to Be President? In "Beware Flannel-Mouth Disease!" [March 1], columnist Joe Klein argues that to be successful in the presidential race, John Kerry will have to overcome the fact that he probably drinks wine, doesn't eat Cheez Whiz, speaks French and has trouble uttering simple English sentences. Is the American voter supposed to be put off by those traits? Our leaders should not be homogenized versions of the guy next door but the best of the best, regardless of a preference for Bordeaux over beer. Alex Guittard San Diego...
...disturbed characterization shades into Keanu-like detachment even at his moments of greatest passion. Meanwhile, Fleisig-Green swings back and forth between this aggressive flatness and an equally aggressive style of scenery-chewing. At one point, while berating Bartel, she takes the gum out of Bartel’s mouth and sticks it in her own; it’s that kind of showboating role...
...Beware Of Flannel-Mouth Disease" [March 1], columnist Joe Klein argues that to be successful in the presidential race, John Kerry will have to overcome the fact that he probably drinks wine, doesn't eat Cheez Whiz, speaks French and has trouble uttering simple English sentences. Is the American voter supposed to be put off by those traits? Our leaders should not be homogenized versions of the guy next door but the best of the best, regardless of a preference for Bordeaux over beer. ALEX GUITTARD San Diego...
...Howard heard the crowd yell and knew the cameras were focused down at the other end, and he began to scream. At first it was just to himself, head down a bit, but then, gazing up at thousands of faces, he figured the heck with it and screamed back, mouth wide, looking like every other crazy who has played in goal. No one could hear Howard, of course; that's the best part. His voice rose, loud and unnoticed, into the English air. "I'm yelling back at them!" he recalls. "My whole team's out there celebrating...