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...Combined with the steady stream of statistics indicating an economic weakening in the U.S. and growth even in powerhouses such as China slowing sharply, expectations are rife that the entire global is rapidly sliding into a long, deep recession...
...tainted baby milk to a seemingly unending stream of foods, drugs, pet foods and toys that over the past two years have killed or injured thousands worldwide. These products all have three words in common: MADE IN CHINA. A large state-owned Chinese company, Sanlu Group, based in Hebei province in central China, as well as several smaller companies, apparently diluted milk products with an additive called melamine. Industrial-grade melamine is a masking agent used to hide the dilution of protein, in this case in milk products, including an infant formula widely popular in China. Nearly 53,000 small...
...their presidential choices on whimsical criteria like “Someone I’d Like To Have A Beer With” or “I Couldn’t Figure Out How the Ballot Worked,” everyone laughed incredulously at the slow but steady stream of “Bushisms.” Little did we know that gems like “I know how hard it is to put food on your family” were only the beginning of an eight-year laugh riot! But after eight years of State...
Over the last few decades, the secular study of religion on America's campuses has become a right-wing pinata. In the full understanding that they are swimming against the cultural, if not the academic, stream the folks at the new Institute pulled out Rushdie, who, although he is not one of their faculty members, writes fiction that acknowledges the centrality of faith to culture without the author's pious participation. From his astounding breakthrough work, Midnight's Children, through his current The Enchantress of Florence, he has been obsessed with both formal and informal belief, but from the point...
...flesh perched horribly astride a thick branch which reached over the river. She had seen the man before, she knew the blotchy complexion of his torso. It was Frederick. He was naked, weeping, singing, and frenetically stripping bark from the branch in little strips. They fell into the stream and floated gently away, heedless of Frederick’s wracking sobs. Roxanna barely managed to keep silent, so great was the urge to cry out in horror and pity. She threw herself back over the edge of the hill, and, burying her face in the folds of her dress, wept...