Word: wrecker
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...promising "full Blue Book" value deductions regardless of condition; you may be giving your car away to for-profit companies that team up with or pose as charities. Red flags include handing the car over to someone with no visible ties to the charity, i.e., Joe's Wrecker Service, or being asked to leave the new title blank. Check the group's tax-exempt status on www.irs.ustreas.gov and get a receipt. The IRS is also nailing those who overstate the value of their cars, so keep a photo or mileage record in case the deduction is contested...
...fear for her, but mostly they simply marvel at her existence, at the delicious unlikeliness of such platinum innocence. She's the bad girl and good girl combined: she's sharp and sexy yet incapable of meanness, a dewy Venus rising from the motel sheets, a hopelessly irresistible home wrecker. Monroe longed to be taken seriously as an artist, but her work in more turgid vehicles, like The Misfits, was neither original nor very interesting. She needs the tickle of cashmere to enchant for the ages...
...Lewinsky knitting, another of her puttering in the kitchen. She lounges on a bed decorated with roses (an image reinforced by Andrew Morton's book, whose very first revelation is that "this girl likes roses a lot"). The publicity encourages us to see her not as a home wrecker but a homemaker, someone who's smart but fun, "sensual" instead of sex-driven, a '90s woman who can write talking points by day and go home to make her boyfriend a sweater at night...
...statement and silence. Unlike her pursuers on Capitol Hill, who brake for cameras, she plows determinedly through the crowd--never a comment, never a pose, never a clue. This encourages others to cast her in whatever role suits their favorite story line: starstruck ingenue, thong-flashing temptress, duplicitous home wrecker, innocent victim, Vanity Fair vamp or troubled product of a broken home in need of ministering, the kind only a President can give...
What gall! A hacker has evaded the Vatican's electronic defenses and impiously placed a message in the Pope's personal computer. The interloper begs the Holy Father to help save Seville's 17th century church of Our Lady of the Tears, threatened by the wrecker's ball. Who is this modem-armed intruder? And why should the Pontiff intervene to preserve a crumbling edifice with a handful of worshippers...