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...impetus of the Arab caucus and other third-world countries, the ICC will face a torrent of accusations against Israel and the United States. International organizations where small states have as large a role as major powers create comical scenarios such as Syria replacing the U.S. on a Human Rights Commission. The U.S. should not be party to more of this nonsense than it already...
...followed by a whirling display of beat juggling and a multi-movement beatbox piece. The guest emcees are also a major step up from their previous album, featuring the inimitable Biz Markie on a Tom Tom Club remake, and the combined verbal torrent of Pharoahe Monch, Xzibit and Inspectah Deck on “The X.” Even everyone’s favorite loudmouthed thugs, M.O.P., show up yelling belligerent nonsense on “Let It Bang...
...songs stretch too long and one sounds much like the next. In the torrent of words, there is little sense of character arc or development. The style of song is too static to convey the changing lives of the characters. It’s as if Lowdermilk wanted to express a hundred personally compelling ideas, but never paused to find the essential ones, let alone compose a memorable chorus...
...tolerated the Palestinian Authority in the name of unity, but has always "reserved the right to resist the occupation." Whenever Hamas' unyielding violence has challenged Arafat too hard, he has cracked down. He arrested hundreds of militants and removed firebrand Hamas preachers from their mosques in 1996, after a torrent of suicide bombings nearly undid the Oslo accords. When Hamas militants car-bombed a bus filled with settler schoolchildren in 1998, setting off another crisis with Israel, Arafat put Yassin under house arrest. Both times, though, Hamas' popular support was at a low ebb among Palestinians who believed peace negotiations...
...where her hubby was, rather than dealing with this level of anxiety. But this was her rag—”A - the magazine”—and she was going to beat The New Yorker to the punch. The hangover which had been a throbbing torrent had settled down to a dull ache, and Ant wished she hadn’t had that third martini last night. Was she at the club for business or pleasure?—both, really. A job offer worth millions, but she wasn’t hearing it. The club...