Cay Quotes

Tomorrow, you promise yourself, things will be different, yet, tomorrow is too often a repetition of today. And you disappoint yourself again and again.

Mỗi lần nghe câu hát" Gió đưa cây cải về trời. Rau răm ở lại ..." tôi hơi quạu, ông bà mình quá hiền lành đi, thí dụ có bị phụ phàng, thì cũng cố chanh chua, hằn học một tí, "Gió đưa thằng quỷ sứ về thành. Để tui ở lại chành ành... đắng cay". Đau, tức vậy mà trách cứ nhẹ hều... Dường như người ta vẫn yêu, đến mức không thể giận dỗi, nặng lời.Và mình thì chưa bao giờ yêu ai đến như vậy?!!!

Your mouth is the best thing that ever happened to my mouth. -Zane Cutter

You settle for less, you get less.

You took a quarter century off my age with that kidnapping stunt. No more going off with a strange men, hear me? -"You're a strange man." I'm your strange man.

This would be an outrageous cay man

Đặc điểm lớn nhất của xứ sở này là nhược tiểu. Đây là một cô gái đồng trinh bị nền văn minh Trung Hoa cưỡng hiếp. Cô gái ấy vừa thích thú, vừa nhục nhã, vừa căm thù nó. Vua Gia Long hiểu điều ấy và đấy là nỗi cay đắng lớn nhất mà ông cùng cộng đồng phải chịu đựng. Nguyễn Du thì khác, ông không hiểu điều ấy. Nguyễn Du là con của cô gái đồng trinh kia, dòng máu chứa đầy điển tích của tên đàn ông khốn nạn đã cưỡng hiếp mẹ mình.

Corporations have grown so powerful that they have inverted the Roman equation: rather than corporations existing to serve the state, the state serves them.

I told him I was sick unto death of miniwomen, miniclothes, miniloves, minideaths and my own damned minilife. I wanted empty cays, gaudy reefs, hot sun, swift fish, and maybe some talk when it was time for talking.

To disagree with Trump is to be wrong. To portray Trump in a way that does not fit with his image of himself is to be a loser. It is an approach to life that may work in business (where Trump can walk out and not deal with people who displease him), but government leaders do not enjoy that luxury, especially the president of the United States. If

nào đâu cứ phải ích kỷ viết thơ bản ngã mới hay trong một triệu thằng say rượu một người viết được thơ cay lương tâm một triệu tên cướp chẳng bằng một gã ăn mày một triệu lần ân-và-ái không bằng một cái chạm tay

After a while you learn…” Dịch vài đoạn trong bài thơ “After a while you learn…” của Veronica A. Shoffstall Rồi sẽ có một ngày ta hiểu được Sự khác nhau tinh tế giữa hai điều Một thứ là cái nắm tay thật chặt Và gông xiềng mà ngỡ đó là yêu. Rồi sẽ có một ngày ta hiểu được Yêu không hề là dựa dẫm hoàn toàn Và nếu có một đồng hành dai dẳng Thì cũng chưa ai chắc sẽ bình an. Rồi sẽ có một ngày ta hiểu được Hôn nhau không có nghĩa ký hợp đồng Những món quà không hề là tín vật Hôn và quà đâu có nghĩa là xong. Rồi sẽ có một ngày ta chấp nhận “Mình đã thua” theo cách một quý bà Mắt thẳng nhìn, đầu ngẩng cao đĩnh đạc Chứ không như một đứa trẻ lu loa. Rồi sẽ có một ngày ta biết cách Chọn ngay cho mình những nẻo yên vui Ai biết được lỡ ngày mai bất trắc Chuyện tương lai thì quá dễ thay dời. Rồi sẽ có một ngày ta hiểu được Nắng ngoài kia dù lấp lánh niềm vui Rồi nó cũng sẽ làm mình bỏng rát Lỡ khi ta say ngủ dưới mặt trời. Rồi sẽ có một ngày ta biết cách Tự trồng nên cả một mảnh vườn xinh Thay vì cứ buồn sầu chờ ai đó Hái dăm hoa rồi mang đến cho mình. Rồi sẽ đến một ngày ta hiểu được Dù lòng ta có tha thiết thế nào Người cứ vẫn lạnh lùng không cảm động Vậy thì thôi, chứ còn biết làm sao. Rồi sẽ đến một ngày ta thấu suốt Một người kia dù có tốt cách gì Cũng có lúc sẽ làm mình đau đớn Và mình cần phải học cách quên đi. Rồi sẽ có một ngày ta hiểu được Một lần sai ôi mất cả thành trì Mối giao tình xây nhiều năm khó nhọc Chút sai lầm là có thể tan đi. Rồi sẽ có một ngày ta thấu rõ Bạn bè kia không máu mủ ruột rà Nhưng họ là anh em mình có được Mà chả cần xin xỏ ở mẹ cha. Rồi sẽ có một ngày ta chấp nhận Bạn đổi thay là một chuyện rất thường Ai mà chẳng có khi này khi khác Chả lẽ rồi mình đổi bạn mình luôn. Rồi sẽ có một ngày ta hiểu được Chính ta nên là bạn tốt của mình Vì những người trên đời ta yêu nhất Chẳng bên ta trong mọi nẻo hành trình. Rồi sẽ có một ngày ta hiểu được Đời sống kia dẫu cay đắng thế nào Thì mình cũng chả nên hùa theo nó Mà quên đem gieo xuống chút ngọt ngào… Rồi sẽ có một ngày ta hiểu được Qua đớn đau, mình mạnh mẽ chừng nào Ta sẽ hiểu, và rồi ta sẽ hiểu Mọi chuyện đời qua những cuộc ly tao.

Nemo suggested that it might be some monster giant but his papa called him a "rattlebrain" and ordered him to pacify his mama who was making elaborate plans to faint.

Eighteen thousand miles from the moon is some slide, but I'll get up there again some way!

Because when you are lonely, you are more online. You share more lies. You give more likes. You avoid others’ eyes.

Love and authenticity are similar. But they are not the same. That is the most painful lesson in life …

No matter what the level of your ability, you have more potential than you can ever develop in a lifetime. JAMES T. McCAY

Một dân tộc bảo thủ trong ăn uống là một dân tộc giàu bản sắc. Mặn ngọt cay chua trong món ăn gợi lại mặn ngọt cay chua trong cuộc đời. Suy cho cùng con người ta ăn uống chủ yếu bằng tâm trạng.

To wisdom’s final fruit, profoundly true: Of freedom and of life he only is deserving Who every cay must conquer them anew. Thus here, by danger girt, the active day Of childhood, manhood, age will pass away.

You will even read about an insurance company owned by one of America’s most admired billionaires that asked a paralyzed man to die because the cost of keeping him alive was cutting into the insurer’s profits.

Gods, Pelippé Trueblood, I want to kiss you. I want to tell all my stories into your open mouth and ask for nothing in return.

tommorow you promise yourself will be different, yet tommorow is too often a repititon of today

Donald Trump’s mottos, “Always get even” and “Hit back harder than you were hit,

Tại sao? Tại sao khi nhìn lại quá khứ thì những gì đẹp đẽ của chúng ta lại rạn nứt bởi sự thật xấu xa tiềm ẩn trong đó? Tại sao hồi ức về những năm tháng hôn nhân nhuốm cay đắng khi lộ ra rằng người kia chừng ấy năm có một người tình? Vì người ta không thể hạnh phúc trong tình cảnh đó được? Song người ta đã hạnh phúc cơ mà? Có lúc hồi ức không trung thành với hạnh phúc, nếu kết cục diễn ra đau đớn. Vì hạnh phúc chỉ đúng thật nếu nó vĩnh viễn tồn tại? Vì chỉ cái gì đã từng đau đớn, cho dù không ý thức và không nhận ra, mới kết thúc đau đớn? Nhưng thế nào là nỗi đau không ý thức và không nhận ra?

That is where homeland is. In that shifting space, kinfolk know one another by secret signs; and wherever kinfolk meet, homeland soil coalesces about their feet in the mysterious way that coral cays, like seabirds pausing in flight, anchor themselves to the Barrier Reef.

Sixteen pages of Think Big are devoted to revenge. All of them run directly contrary to this basic biblical teaching. Trump leaves no room for doubt that revenge is a guiding principle of his life—“My motto is: Always get even.

Trump often threatens to sue journalists, ensuring caution from publishers and broadcasters who want to avoid a costly lawsuit—even one Trump cannot win. This tends to discourage investigation beyond the official talking points.

Trump distorts information, contradicts himself, and blocks inquiries into his conduct by journalists, law enforcement, business regulators, and other people’s lawyers. Again, the record shows decades of Trump’s skill in pursuing this strategy successfully.

No person, I think, ever saw a herd of buffalo, of which a few were fat and the great majority lean. No person ever saw a flock of birds, of which two or three were swimming in grease, and the others all skin and bone.” —Henry George, American reformer, 1839–1897

To disagree with Trump is to be wrong. To portray Trump in a way that does not fit with his image of himself is to be a loser. It

For years, Trump used fake identities to mislead journalists—and at least once to menace someone who was just doing their duty.

Trump had a history of firing experts like Tracy and replacing them with less-experienced yes men.

That is, of course, the kind of perspective we expect from mobsters, dictators, and others whose primary regard is for unflinching support, not for allegiance to truth or facts.

Cay buruktu. Bilirsiniz, buruk olur tadi yuceligin.

We sexed him to death,” Cay teases, spearing a piece of fruit with his fork.

BORN: 1856 George Bernard Shaw (Man and Superman, Major Barbara), Dublin 1894 Aldous Huxley (Brave New World, Crome Yellow), Godalming, England DIED: 1934 Winsor McCay

Many reporters accurately quote what they are told, but don’t know much about the underlying issues. For Trump and others like him, this makes it easy to manipulate most of the press.

Under the rules of colonialism, everything goes to and comes from the mother country. In 1870, the colony of Turks and Caicos was asked to send a crest to England so that a flag for the colony could be designed. A Turks and Caicos designer drew a crest that included Salt Cay saltworks with salt rakers in the foreground and piles of salt. Back in England, it was the era of Arctic exploration, and, not knowing where the Turks and Caicos was, the English designer assumed the little white domes were igloos. And so he drew doors on each one. And this scene of salt piles with doors remained the official crest of the colony for almost 100 years, until replaced in 1968 by a crest featuring a flamingo.

How the promise of cheap, competitive and unlimited telecommunications service has been turned into a reality of expensive, monopolistic and limited service is just one part of the larger transformation in the American economy since the late 1970s.

Why do I have to repent or seek God’s forgiveness if I am not making mistakes?” Trump asked an Iowa audience of evangelicals in 2015. The report on this in the Christian Post quoted his words, then referred to Trump’s “alleged Christian faith.” Trump

The principle factor in my success has been an absolute desire to draw constantly. I never decided to be an artist. Simply, I couldn't stop myself from drawing. I drew for my own pleasure. I never wanted to know whether or not someone liked my drawings. I have never kept one of my drawings. I drew on walls, the school blackboard, odd bits of paper, the walls of barns. Today I'm still as fond of drawings as when I was a kid - and that was a long time ago - but, surprising as it may seem, I never thought about the money I would receive for my drawings. I simply drew them.

Above the hills a strange mist hung over Indigo Cay. Behind us was sunshine and sea, a tropical paradise. Yet in front of us, a darkness using the sunshine and sea as a lure, as if the spider had placed a juicy morsel within its silky web to entice the fly to its death. I had no desire to be the fly.

Halliburton’s is a more extreme example, one in which a powerful and wealthy company transcends national borders so thoroughly that it is not an American company but a truly global enterprise with no allegiance to anything or anyone except the bottom line and the investors and executives who gain from its profits.

– Dạy học không có gì khó cả ! Sống dễ lắm ! – Ông giáo Chi lại nói – Mình cứ hình dung mình là đứa bé, đứa bé cần gì thì dạy thứ ấy… đừng dạy nó thứ không cần… – Sống dễ lắm ! – Ông giáo Chi lại nói – Giáo dục… nghĩa là tha bổng… Hễ có tội là tha… trẻ con không có tội gì… Sống nghĩa là sai lầm, là mắc tội… Mình phải yêu mạng sống của chúng như yêu mạng sống của mình… – Thế còn tình yêu ? – Những cô gái trẻ náo nức hỏi. – Tớ không biết… – ông giáo Chi lúng túng trả lời – Nhưng có sự hi sinh… nghĩa là cay đắng…Tình yêu là mang cho nhau lời nguyện cầu tốt đẹp, những cử chỉ thân tình âu yếm, dục vọng, lòng ham sống… tóm lại là cảm giác…

Trump spent two years suing author Tim O’Brien and his publisher for writing that his net worth was probably not in the billions, but rather the hundreds of millions. After a court dismissed the case, Trump made it clear that he merely wanted to harass O’Brien, not necessarily win damages. “I spent a couple of bucks on legal fees and they spent a whole lot more. I did it to make his life miserable, which I’m happy about,” Trump bragged. It was a comment that fit cozily within his philosophy of revenge. In

trong khi cuộc đời cay nghiệt cho ta uống toàn một thứ nước suông trong khi anh chẳng phải thánh thần có thể khổ suốt đời mà vẫn chưa tới đích có thể rồi em sẽ mệt có thể em sẽ chán ở bên nhau mà sẽ lại xa xôi Dẫu vậy sớm nay bên cửa sổ em cười nói chuyện những ngày mai sẽ tới cái bếp nhỏ rung rinh ngọn khói anh tặng em thay áo cưới một bài thơ

Cuối tuổi trẻ, ồ lang thang cũng đã Yêu đương kia có lẽ mấy mươi lần Đã vui tao phùng đã sầu ly biệt Đã đem lòng mình đi trải tứ lung tung Giờ chẳng còn bao nhiêu lạng bao dung Ta khờ dại mấy lần phung phí cả Trót yêu bông hoa thì yêu luôn nhánh lá Trót yêu con trâu cày, bèn yêu luôn hợp tác xã Trót yêu người mà quên cả yêu ta. Giờ ta còn toàn là men đắng cay Ta không tin cả nắng dưới trời này Ta vô cớ nghi ngờ cơn gió vội Ta cho phép mình đánh giá cả mây bay Người biết đấy lòng ta giờ khá chật (Vì đã co và kéo mấy mươi phen) Người thấy đấy mắt ta giờ ráo hoảnh (Dẫu khi xưa cũng lấp lánh như đèn) Ta cay độc không dám soi lòng nước Ta buồn rầu không dám ngước lên trăng Người đã đến trong đời ta quá muộn Để thơ ngây mà thề hẹn nhau rằng… Thì có chứ, ta cũng xao xuyến chứ Cũng nhớ nhung, nghĩ ngợi suốt bao phen Nhưng lòng người, ta chưa rõ trắng đen Ta hèn lắm, dấn thân hoài sợ chết. Nên giờ nếu mà người thương ta nhất Bước lại đây, đừng rào đón, bông hoa Hãy chắc chắn những chuyện này là thật Có yêu nhau thì giữ lấy nhau, và…

I`m lost! Mama! I`m lost! Oh! I`m lost! You are not lost, Nemo. Go back to sleep and behave, hear?

Snowboards are not built to knock someone out. Right now, that is a major design flaw.

I lift the board high above my head and ... bring the metal down on the driver's exposed neck. There it sticks, stuck in his throat, like an awkward question.

whenever Trump saw an opportunity to collect more money or to cut his costs by not paying people what they had earned, he did.

Judge Stewart ruled that Trump had engaged in a conspiracy to cheat the workers of their pay. At

Donald Trump is not a man who tries to understand how others perceive him. Rather, he dismisses those who do not see him as he sees himself. In

Trump has often boasted (in the past and on the campaign trail) that he buys the friendship of politicians so they “do what I want.” The

Familiarity feels good, especially after a lonely walk on a one-way orange track. Familiarity cancels out loose thoughts, it keeps heartbeat in a regular, secure, check.

who can tell how long novelty lasts? Is it different for each experience, for each individual? Is our different response to novelty that makes us human?

But if love is not unique to the human breed, then my whole existence does not matter anymore.

When you trade the heart as a commodity, then you can do that with any other organ, any human. Any island, any country. Any home becomes a sellable property.

Insecurity paralyses, makes one feel half-dead, especially if one is already tied to the hospital bed.

Whoever invented the bowtie obviously never had to tie one.

The worst of these are laws in nineteen states that let companies pocket the state income taxes withheld from their workers’ paychecks for up to twenty-five years.

You’ll learn in this book how other courts, including the United States Supreme Court, have diminished the rights of consumers, voters and workers while enhancing corporate power.

No other modern country gives corporations the unfettered power found in America to gouge customers, shortchange workers and erect barriers to fair play. A big reason is that so little of the news, which informs us about the world around us, addresses the private, government-approved mechanisms by which price gouging is employed to redistribute income upward.

The DGE prepared its own 111-page report. It noted that Trump owed (not owned, but owed) $3.2 billion. Of that, he had personally guaranteed $833.5 million. Absent an agreement by all creditors, Trump would face an uncontrolled, domino-effect chain of bankruptcies. If just one creditor moved against one Trump property, the others would follow, creating chaos. More

Cay has to teach her how to surf, and Jake has to teach her to ice skate. And please don’t let Rachel talk her into getting any tattoos until she’s at least sixteen—” “Tess,” he soothes, cupping my face. “Stop, baby. Everything’s gonna be fine.” “Mars has to approve anyone before she gets married. Promise me.” He wipes away a tear as he nods. “Yeah, babe. Anything you want.

Donald would run for president after failing to vote in the 2002 general election and, as records indicate, in any Republican primary from 1989 until he voted for himself in 2016. Friedrich

Bert, a slow moving tropical storm that had spent the past few days wandering around the Bahamas like a dog looking to do its business. Circle once, circle twice, and squat. Now the storm had settled over Cockroach Cay, prompting Sonny to conclude that renting a sailboat during hurricane season, while exciting and dangerous, was too much fun for him. He was glad they were still at the dock.

Deep love doesn’t reside in the universal. Deep love is local. Deep love, my dear friends, is about the authentic details that you create with your partner as you cook and enjoy your life together.

... authentic love. It’s some kind of empathy I haven’t experienced before, more like a verb than a noun, not an act of calculated wisdom, but nurtured long-term in a shared act of becoming one soul.

At Trump University, we teach success,” Trump said, looking into the camera in a 2005 promotional video. “That’s what it’s all about—success. It’s going to happen to you. We’re going to have professors and adjunct professors that are absolutely terrific—terrific people, terrific brains, successful. We are going to have the best of the best. These are all people that are handpicked by me.” None of those statements were true. First,

We had this thing with blue and grey: what Mark called blue, I called grey and what he saw as blue, I saw it as grey. Maybe that colour-blindness was part of our joint demise. That we blended our lives, instead of keeping them separate, we became one – not just regularly in the bed – but overall in the way we were heading to legalise our ties. Was that a misguided way of defining love? Could one stay close to the same person for life?

What happened on that tiny island off the coast of Cuba called Flowering Cay at times seems like a half-remembered dream, one of those groggy remembrances that you’re never quite certain you didn’t just imagine. Other times I can recall it with such clarity it is as if it happened yesterday. Sitting in front of my typewriter as the palms sway gently at the urging of the trade winds, I almost wish I could forget everything. But then I think of Faith.

Gradually people began to speak of the place as Amberside, though there were a few diehards who never stopped calling it Villa Caprice, or, as in the case of Eli Scaynes, the Villa Cay-priss. But Julian and Joe and Tom and Lucy and Davey never called it anything but "the Blake's house"; and Portia and Foster never called it anything but "home." All their lives they knew that one of the best things that ever happened to them was to be able to call it that.

This philosophy was ignored by the many pastors who endorsed Trump and accepted his statement that he is a Christian. That is worth pondering because revenge is explicitly rejected by Jesus and runs counter to the whole theme of the New Testament.

That their shooting of messages will stop, that they will give their thoughts more thought, that they will start engaging in reflection, develop a true conversation, and in that meaning-negotiation, create some new understanding. The real thing.

I love getting even when I get screwed by someone—yes, it is true … Always get even. When you are in business you need to get even with people who screw you. You need to screw them back fifteen times harder … go for the jugular, attack them in spades!” Trump

All this was done under the guise of “deregulation,” but the harsh truth is that there’s really no such thing. Everything has rules. Deregulation is just a disingenuous name for new regulation, too often under rules that favor corporations over their customers.

The faux university also did not have professors, not even part-time adjunct professors, and the “faculty” (as they were called) were certainly not “the best of the best.” They were commissioned sales people, many with no experience in real estate. One managed a fast food joint, as Senator Marco Rubio would point out during the March 3 Republican primary debate in 2016. Two other instructors were in personal bankruptcy while collecting fees from would-be Trump University graduates eager to learn how to get rich. Trump

Guthrie is best known for “This Land Is Your Land,” his ballad about the Dust Bowl, which gave farmers in his native Oklahoma an extra kick in the pants during the Great Depression. He set his thoughts about Trump’s rental policies to a song he titled “Old Man Trump.” The lyrics continue with this: Beach Haven ain’t my home! No, I just can’t pay this rent! My money’s down the drain, And my soul is badly bent! Beach Haven is Trump’s Tower Where no black folks come to roam, No, no, Old Man Trump! Old Beach Haven ain’t my home! More

In effect, Wisconsin politicians forced the owners of these 8,000 small, family-owned and taxpaying businesses to turn over a month’s profits so the money could be given to one of the biggest companies in the world, General Electric, and its partners to make a film glamorizing violent theft.

It was no shock to me that my parents, like so many others, emerged out of a kind of fog. My father, an unrepentant chatterbox, claimed that his father had gone to dig for gold in Paramaribo, Dutch Guyana, anbodoning his mother, who was breast-feeding her baby on the Morne à Cayes. Other times he claimed his father was a merchant seaman, shipwrecked off the coast of Sumatra. Where did the truth lie? I think he re-created it at will, taking pleasure in enunciating the syllables that made him dream: Paramaribo, Sumatra. Thanks to him, from a very early age I understood that you forge an identity.

Taking wildly different positions on the value of assets and using his emotional state to justify those valuations helps explain something else Trump has done repeatedly. Congress requires all presidential candidates to file a financial disclosure statement listing their assets, liabilities, and income. Trump’s ninety-two-page disclosure report valued one of his best-known properties at more than $50 million. But he told tax authorities the same property was worth only about $1 million. He valued another signature Trump property at zero—and demanded the return of the property taxes he had already paid.

It was no shock to me that my parents, like so many others, emerged out of a kind of fog. My father, an unrepentant chatterbox, claimed that his father his father had gone to dig for gold in Paramaribo, Dutch Guyana, anbodoning his mother, who was breast-feeding her baby on the Morne à Cayes. Other times he claimed his father was a merchant seaman, shipwrecked off the coast of Sumatra. Where did the truth lie? I think he re-created it at will, taking pleasure in enunciating the syllables that made him dream: Paramaribo, Sumatra. Thanks to him, from a very early age I understood that you forge an identity.

The fact that Trump paid no tax came to light when casino regulators issued a public report on his fitness to own a casino. Trump’s tax returns showed negative income. That’s because Congress lets big real estate investors offset their income from salaries, stock market gains, consulting fees, and other income with losses from depreciation in the value of their buildings. If these paper losses for the declining value of their buildings are greater than their cash income from other sources, real estate investors can legally tell the IRS that their income is less than zero and no federal income tax is due. Trump

The documentary also includes Trump summarizing his thoughts years after the USFL fold: “It was a nice experience,” he says. “It was fun. We had a great lawsuit.” Tollin extended Trump a courtesy in 2009 by sending him a rough cut of the film before it aired on ESPN. Trump was not happy with what he saw. In what had long before become a pattern when he was displeased, Trump took a thick, felt-tip pen to Tollin’s letter before mailing it back: “A third rate documentary and extremely dishonest—as you know. Best wishes,” Trump wrote, adding his distinctive, jaws-like signature. “P.S.—You are a loser.” Trump underlined the last word. To

thanks to the ease of Internet communications, and laws in most states permitting people to walk around carrying assault rifles and other weapons of war, the current crop of neo-Nazis, skinheads, and various hard-core hatemongers can easily recruit their niche audiences while putting fear into the hearts of other Americans.

For all his dealings with Trump, Sullivan was repeatedly astonished by the businessman’s lack of prudence. He said that whenever Trump saw an opportunity to collect more money or to cut his costs by not paying people what they had earned, he did. “Common sense just never took hold” when Trump had money on his mind, Sullivan told me several times. To

In The Art of the Deal, Trump boasts that when he applied for a casino owner’s license in 1981, he persuaded the New Jersey attorney general to limit the investigation of his background. It was perhaps the most lucrative negotiation of Trump’s life, one that would embarrass state officials a decade later when Trump’s involvement with mobsters, mob associates, and swindlers became clearer. New

The Hart focus group reminded us of what every con artist knows: people see what they want to see, hear what they want to hear, believe what they want to believe, and let their hopes and wishes vanquish their skepticism. Unless and until some fact they cannot reconcile slaps them hard in the face, the con’s marks will keep seeing the world through the credulous and distorted lens they fashioned for themselves.

Since none of the banks trusted Trump, the objective Leventhal evaluation was central to understanding the actual state of Trump’s finances. The Leventhal report showed that Trump was no billionaire: he had a net worth of minus $295 million. My story on that report ran across the front page of the Philadelphia Inquirer with the headline: “Bankers Say Trump May Be Worth Less Than Zero.” The lead sentence was, “You may well be worth more than Donald Trump.” Trump

In many of these subsidy programs, no jobs are created. Instead the state income taxes are given to companies that agree to move jobs from one state across the border to another, as AMC Theatres agreed to do in moving its headquarters from Kansas City, Missouri, to Leawood, Kansas, just ten miles away. AMC will get to pocket $47 million withheld from its workers, a boon to its major owners: J. P. Morgan, Apollo Management, the Carlyle Group and the firm Mitt Romney cofounded in 1984, Bain Capital Management.

Ta vội vã đi qua ngày thơ bé Đêm chẳng tự ru mình bằng những câu chuyện kể Bà tiên có phép màu đã bỏ đi xa Không phải người tốt nào cũng có quà... Vẫn có thương yêu dưới một mái nhà Nhưng không phải tổ ấm nào cũng toàn là hạnh phúc Vẫn có những buồn vui khiến mình thắt ngực Vẫn có những chuyện đời chỉ nhắc tới đã đau. Hạnh phúc nào là hạnh phúc bền lâu? Tình yêu nào là ở mãi cạnh nhau tới răng long đầu bạc? Trái tim nào chẳng một ngày đi lạc? Nụ cười nào chẳng dễ lướt qua mau... Ừ thì thực ra cũng chẳng có gì đâu Ta từng hi vọng sau rất nhiều thất vọng Từng chán nản buông xuôi để lại rồi mong ngóng Từng ngã xuống rồi, lại đứng dậy, mà đi. Đời chẳng cho ai miễn phí thứ gì Niềm vui trong tay chắc qua nhiều mất mát Để mặn mà yêu phải qua nhiều phai nhạt Và để ngọt ngào này hẳn phải lắm đắng cay. Thế mà rồi vẫn bất lực một ngày Nhìn thời gian đi qua, nhìn bóng mình lặng lẽ Và nhìn biết bao điều không thể Đã bỏ lại hết rồi sau một cuộc chia ly. Có một ngày không còn giữ cho mình an nhiên được nữa Có một ngày thơ dại bỏ ta đi...

POEM – MY AMAZING TRAVELS [My composition in my book Travel Memoirs with Pictures] My very first trip I still cannot believe Was planned and executed with such great ease. My father, an Inspector of Schools, was such a strict man, He gave in to my wishes when I told him of the plan. I got my first long vacation while working as a banker One of my co-workers wanted a travelling partner. She visited my father and discussed the matter Arrangements were made without any flutter. We travelled to New York, Toronto, London, and Germany, In each of those places, there was somebody, To guide and protect us and to take us wonderful places, It was a dream come true at our young ages. We even visited Holland, which was across the Border. To drive across from Germany was quite in order. Memories of great times continue to linger, I thank God for an understanding father. That trip in 1968 was the beginning of much more, I visited many countries afterward I am still in awe. Barbados, Tobago, St. Maarten, and Buffalo, Cirencester in the United Kingdom, Miami, and Orlando. I was accompanied by my husband on many trips. Sisters, nieces, children, grandchildren, and friends, travelled with me a bit. Puerto Rico, Los Angeles, New York, and Hialeah, Curacao, Caracas, Margarita, Virginia, and Anguilla. We sailed aboard the Creole Queen On the Mississippi in New Orleans We traversed the Rockies in Colorado And walked the streets in Cozumel, Mexico. We were thrilled to visit the Vatican in Rome, The Trevi Fountain and the Colosseum. To explore the countryside in Florence, And to sail on a Gondola in Venice. My fridge is decorated with magnets Souvenirs of all my visits London, Madrid, Bahamas, Coco Cay, Barcelona. And the Leaning Tower of Pisa How can I forget the Spanish Steps in Rome? Stratford upon Avon, where Shakespeare was born. CN Tower in Toronto so very high I thought the elevator would take me to the sky. Then there was El Poble and Toledo Noted for Spanish Gold We travelled on the Euro star. The scenery was beautiful to behold! I must not omit Cartagena in Columbia, Anaheim, Las Vegas, and Catalina, Key West, Tampa, Fort Lauderdale, and Pembroke Pines, Places I love to lime. Of course, I would like to make special mention, Of two exciting cruises with Royal Caribbean. Majesty of the Seas and Liberty of the Seas Two ships which grace the Seas. Last but not least and best of all We visited Paris in the fall. Cologne, Dusseldorf, and Berlin Amazing places, which made my head, spin. Copyright@BrendaMohammed

As soon as Trump announced in 2015, I immediately set out to report what the mainstream news media were not. I wrote an early piece that posed twenty-one questions I thought reporters should ask on the campaign trail. Not one of them did. Late in the primaries, Senator Marco Rubio brought up my question about Trump University and Senator Ted Cruz posed my question about Trump’s dealings with the Genovese and Gambino crime families, matters explored in this book. I will always wonder what might have happened had journalists and some of the sixteen candidates vying with Trump for the Republican nomination started asking my questions months earlier. This

The supposedly eyewitness authority of the Pseudo-Turpin finds a parallel in another genre in which vernacular prose was pioneered: that of the historical memoir. There were twelfth-century verse histories narrated by authors who had personally participated in the events they describe, such as the Third Crusade. But the Fourth Crusade of 1202-4 saw a switch to prose. This shameful fiasco, in which the crusaders were induced to turn aside from the Holy Land and attack instead the Christian city of Constantinople, inspired two contrasting accounts. Robert de Clari--ignorant of higher-level strategy, but all agog at the splendours of Constantinople--gives a worm's eye view. Geoffroi de Villehardouin, by contrast, has a top diplomat's suave authority and a leader's eye for the aesthetics of war--the splendid sight of a fleet, or the noble heroism of a ruler. For both authors the medium of prose seems to convey the purported authenticity and transparency of lived experience.

Abe, why do you not just add that Christians slaughter their newborns, are child molesters and F**k sheep, as then you would complete the arguments of Minicius Felix who you are eager to reproduce without quoting him?

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By 2012 the average income of the vast majority had shrunk to the equivalent of 45 weeks of 1973 income—a 13 percent decline to $30,997 from $35,584 in 1973, expressed in 2012 dollars.

The top 1 percent made almost thirteen times the average of the 90 percent in 1973, but by 2012 the ratio was 41 to 1.