Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, With conquering limbs astride from land to land; Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame. “Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

Ukraine is getting old weapons from an aging stockpile. Shooting the hurricane isn’t going to stop the flooding.

Sounds like a lack of will.

Selfishness and greed. Anyone that stands up stands alone, and the others are quick to lick a boot as they grovel for scraps. For some inconceivable reason too many consider this preferable to standing together and working to make things better.

Wait until you pay the bill and someone thinks they need to crank the heat instead of putting on a sweater.

I think the students had chained the doors with bike locks, and the police are trying to claim the chains constitute professional involvement.

They’re just trying to be fancy when writing 40-70% for the advertisement.

These are not the same person.

It’s programming languages all the way down.

Shouldn’t the titles be the other way around?

Then find somewhere else to buy your two things. I all but refuse to even go to the big box stores anymore.

I’d never leave third for first.

Supposed to be unable to collect rent while incarcerated.

Writing it down will help with memorization, even without later review.