When is it OK for Men to Cry?
Posted by Robbie Cooper on September 13th, 2005 | TrackbackI would add the following times when it’s OK (or was OK) for a man to cry in front of other people: at any Soldier’s funeral.
I would add the following times when it’s OK (or was OK) for a man to cry in front of other people: at any Soldier’s funeral.
Very nice, Rolling Stone. And why exactly did you need to randomly ask that question in the middle of an otherwise boring interview? Oh, that’s right, because doing drugs is cool.
Today, four years after 3000+ Americans were killed by Islamofacist terrorists, my resolve to destroy our enemies is stronger than ever. And my resolve to oppose those—even our own citizens—who would apologize for or side with those terrorists, is just as strong.
In fact, Young’s 270 yards passing were almost twice as good as OSU’s two-headed QB of Zwick/Smith, who combined for a pathetic 144 yards passing. Yeah. Pathetic.
Once the Left found dead bodies in New Orleans that were more important than the dead body of Casey Sheehan (in terms of the Left being able to use said dead bodies as a reason to bash President Bush), Cindy Sheehan’s 15 minutes were all but over. Her son, Spc. Casey Sheehan’s historical significance is ten-fold greater than anything his shameful mother has ever done.
According to he UT Web site, these “special admission” undergraduates will be charged a $700 flat-rate cost for the semester. That’s a helluva nice deal. But, at least one these students is an idiot
Last night a new NFL season kicked-off. But Hunter was not around to see it. Too bad for him—it was a good game.
For my regular readers, you have noticed that UrbanGrounds has been difficult to access over the last two weeks (the site wouldn’t fully load). My hits dropped from 800+/day to around 50 because the pages weren’t loading.
The latest installment of their investigation uncovers what Al Franken knew about the fraudulant loans, and when he knew it From the August 8, 2005, Air America radio monologue.
Sean, next time though, leave the personal photographer at home. Gestures of good will and charity should be done in anonymity. Turning it into a photo-op cheapens the act, and the space on your boat allocated to the photog and your entourage could have been used to rescue a few extra people.
Water would have to rise about 600′ for my house to get a drop in the front door. And we’re not quite in tornado alley, either. The chances of our being displaced from our home due to natural disaster are remote at best.
I am anti-union. Very anti-union. I think that there was a time and a place for them, and they were much needed then. But not now. That time has long passed.
Tonight, with news-story-after-news-story coming out of Texas—I have never been prouder to be a Texan. My hometown of Houston has shown itself to be a city of generous heart and spirit. And Austin—where I’ve called home for the last 6 years—has stepped up too. The outpouring of generosity from my fellow Texans is humbling.
I have a feeling that motorcycle and scooter sales are about to go through the roof.