Dang, clicked the wrong thumb on one. For that moment, I sucked. Anyway, could make it the caption of one of those motivational posters "management" directs to thumbtacked to the walls on every floor.Considering the numerous time wasting meetings I've attended in the past, and recalling the huge paychecks to "consulting companies" for building "new" business models/methodologies,, your statement should be ground zero...

AND, the trolls, libs, paid interns for MSNBC who jumped in early on the comments posting are just simply hateful, hateful, I say, and should be ashamed of their display of intolerance and inability, or refusal, to reach across the aisle and have a civil conversation. They come off as vile, backwoods neanderthals who wish only to further deride the efforts of working together to acheive the best for every American. Why, they must hate America! The ACORN does not fall far from the tree, does it?

It was painful to watch, and I am impressed by your tolerance, Andrew. Shuster's fast shouting, combined with his smirk and fake laughter, reminded me why I lean toward mysanthropism. There's one thing I despise in phonies; fake laughter in order to convince oneself they are comfortably smarter than another. It's an annoying desperation, kind of like the crack heads who pretend they are selling magazines door to door.

To the Dems, slavery = volunteerism.

Absolutely no reason to be ashamed of your (our) gender. Evans is loosely using the term "women" to create, in her mind, a much larger collective than the actual hundreds, or a thousand, give or take a few warm bodies, that make up her sanity in question support group. She ought to change it to read "Me, Jodie Evans, pal of BHO, and my Grrrrrls" say no to war.
she's a fool, and yes, a lunatic.

Sure am seeing a lot of California and Illinois license plates around my part of Texas..

After hearing the stories, the history, from my parents and my grandparents, which I then re-told to my daughter, while my parents corrected my imaginative embellishments while telling her the same stories, I think I would've liked to have lived during the 30s and 40s. Old movies aside, it's like something very precious and real has been lost. With that said, if you get a moment, look for Clara on You Tube. She's the elderly woman who demonstrates depression era cooking while telling even more stories. My daughter found her, and charmingly enough, sent my mother Clara's cookbook.

You know, being a tail end boomer, raised by the greatest generation, and having raised a daughter, I'm just plain pissed that so many parents either gave in, or never gave to begin with. I want to see this film. One previous poster mentioned naivete to describe the under 30s. Maybe for some, but I put the onus on parenting and schools. My daughter's just fine, but she sometimes anguishes over lifelong friends who still can't get beyond TGIF. Oh, we did the save the rainforest thing when she was young, for the principle of it. But, it takes so much more than simply allowing the village to raise a child, which was the mantra ala Carter and Clinton eras. The village idiot reproduced like rabbits a while back, so it most certainly takes a parent, and engaged family/friends to raise a reasonable and responsible thinking person.
The hard part for us Boomers, early or later along the scale, is knowing that our kids are dealing with that little tiny dried up sponge of idiocracy that the village popped into a bowl of water and it's growing, and growing.

Johnny Carson and his late show was one of those mysteries the other kids, who either could, or would, stay up late to watch, talked about the next day. Once I had the opportunity to stay up and see it for myself, I wasn't overly impressed, but I did laugh at times. I do remember seeing some great comics, and music artists, over the years when I did catch the show. Never really plugged in, but I've watched Jay, Dave, Conan, and that Scotsman. For a while, Nightline and Ted Koppel had me staying up late. The bits and pieces I've seen in more recent years reminds me of standing in line at the grocery and flipping through tabloids while waiting for my turn at the checker. All in all, I would rather read, or just hit the hay and wake early to watch dawn outside of my window.

I've been wondering when someone(s) were going to quit talking back to monitors, tellys, newspaper boxes, and stacks of papers at local coffee shops about MSM and heed the call "SUIT UP, YOU'RE GOING IN"... This is good, indeed.