Word: propped
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...down from an already lousy 115.7 in January. That's five consecutive monthly drops in the 5,000-family survey, and it tells us that on the whole, folks are glum and getting glummer about their near-term economic prospects. Which means they can't be counted on to prop up the economy with their open wallets...
...year-old man, fond of long baths and Ayn Rand, to have so much control over our economy? "What would you do if something happened to Greenspan?" a reporter drilled John McCain during the primaries. "Well," said the Senator, "I'd put sunglasses on him and prop him up like that guy in Weekend at Bernie's." By last week, it was clear many folks were finally ready to bury Bernie. And that is going...
Like Jackie, Yuen never saw a prop he couldn't use to enhance a fight. His heroes and villains have used chopsticks, pigtails, calligraphy brushes, umbrellas, trash can lids and robe sleeves as impromptu weapons. Another Yuen rule: if it slithers, hops or scoots, hire it! Snakes in 1980's The Buddhist Fist; a man-size toad in the phantasmagorical Miracle Fighters of 1982; rats in Shaolin Drunkard. In the 1977 Broken Oath (the last movie Yuen action-choreographed before he turned director with the Jackie Chan Snake in Eagle's Claw), lovely, severe Angela Mao plays with scorpions...
...Senate G.O.P. aide. And so the wealthy--who would get the lion's share of tax relief under Bush's plan--were kept out of sight last week. Instead, Bush flew in middle-class "tax families," with little girls in velvet dresses and boys in penny loafers. Best prop for the cameras: a single-mom waitress with two kids making $32,000 a year. (She would get $1,500 back from the government, according to Bush.) Asked by reporters where the rich tax families were, the President said he represented them...
Gambling is a desperate attempt to demean my co-workers through false bravado about things that I don't even care about. All this time, I haven't been betting in order to win money; the money is simply a prop to hold over the loser's head while I take a picture of myself smiling. So now, instead, I will resort to more economical ways of humiliating people. Like printing that Josh has recurring dreams about riding on a motorcycle with Shaquille O'Neal. I'm feeling much better already...