Word: rub
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...website that concocted a photomontage of Pope Benedict XVI in a Nazi SS uniform, following disclosures that he had served briefly in the Hitler Youth. Italy prohibits publicly insulting religion - but whether the law protects Islam hasn't been tested. To many Muslims in Europe, that's a particular rub. Laws touted as evenhanded appear to tilt in favor of the home team. Dutch film director Theo van Gogh, before he was murdered by a radical Islamist in Amsterdam, was a poster boy for unconditional free speech. He said Muslims had sex with goats and that a Jewish writer with...
...Anyway, my guess is that, for much of the nation, the appearance of new bin Laden tapes is cause for increased anxiety-an ugly little reminder that our war on terrorism has thus far failed to rub out the man that the White House once upon a time identified at its chief target. But for me, tapes like this come as something of a relief...
...drinking didn't violate any laws. Maybe that's the point - being a heavy drinker in Britain isn't something you're supposed to fret about. The papers have made historic references to Westminster politicians who liked a drink - with the implied message "at least they didn't rub our faces in it." I certainly don't recall the tabloids savaging then Conservative Party leader William Hague in 2000 when he boasted that he used to down 14 pints of beer in a day. Another difference may lie in the fact that Moss issued a vague apology...
...These arguments belie a sort of defensiveness. Much like Victorian chimney-sweeps, the poor, hard-working non-socialites of Harvard claim to be oppressed, but they still work under the assumption that their rivals have some kind of power over them. “Don’t rub it in our faces that we didn’t go to the Spence School for Girls,” the critics shout, en masse, waving their newsie caps, coal-soaked handkerchiefs, and sickles.But essentially, I’ve always hated Marx. Mostly because of his serial infidelities and his penchant...
...England's autumnal best. Clumps of olive trees and upright cypresses were shadowed by the brooding Monte Amiata. The whole ambience was distilled in the Brunello I was drinking. Seeing my red-wine-stained teeth, a friend handed me some freshly plucked sage leaves and instructed me to rub my teeth clean with them. "Old custom," he said. It worked...