I sit up here in the lookout, watching the crane swing back and forth, with the new buildings on the waterfront gradually rising towards it, feeling a bit og collegiality with the operator of the crane (who has to climb even more ladders than I do to get to his perch).
My father is spending a week in a nursing home with his hip screwed back together. I'm severely delayed in my attempts to become a nurse. My son Tesfaye is sick. Small wonder I retreat up here when I should be studying for the nursing final (because a D is better than an F).
Then I turn the opposite direction, towards the rising hilltop of the Oregon State University campus, and think about the study recently conducted there.
William Loges of OSU and Adrian Carpusor of USC sent out e-mails to landlords, inquiring after apartments advertised for rent. The inquiries were identical, except for the signatures: Patrick McDougall, Tyrell Jackson and Said al-Rahman.
Loges and Carpusor were interested to see how much of a difference those names would make, hypothesizing that McDougall would get more encouraging replies than Jackson, who would get more than al-Rahman.
But no: McDougall got an 89% approval rating, al-Rahman 66% and Jackson 56%.
That's right: in spite of everything news and entertainment media working together have tried, African Americans are still more hated than Arabs.
Looks like all that "trouble" Trent Lott laments hasn't been quite enough trouble.
Do you feel troubled?
//The Magic 8-Ball says, "Better if you feel troublesome."\\
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Monday, May 29, 2006
This Man Belongs In An Institution
Over at Pandagon, jedmunds observes that Douglas Feith will not be welcomed by one and all when he takes up a teaching position at the School of Foreign Service at Georgetown University.
Jedmunds recalls an incident in which Henry Kissinger called the offices of the producers of Saturday Night Live, trying to get tickets to the show for someone. According to jedmunds, "Al Franken grabbed the phone, and yelled 'If it wasn’t for My Lai, you’d get your fucking tickets!' and hung up on him."
The mention of Henry Kissinger brings to mind Barry Crimmins’ book, Never Shake Hands With a War Criminal.
Ms. Kate makes an interesting case for ensconcing Feith at a prestigious academic institution, but not as a teacher. Rather it should be like the old joke about the inbred rural family who have a son at Harvard, “He ain’t studyin’ nothin’. They’re studyin’ him.”
If we can study and understand what makes a Feith, perhaps we can learn to screen such creatures out when they seek positions of influence, or possibly even abort them in the womb.
//The Magic 8-Ball says, "Never shake hands with a war criminal."\\
Jedmunds recalls an incident in which Henry Kissinger called the offices of the producers of Saturday Night Live, trying to get tickets to the show for someone. According to jedmunds, "Al Franken grabbed the phone, and yelled 'If it wasn’t for My Lai, you’d get your fucking tickets!' and hung up on him."
The mention of Henry Kissinger brings to mind Barry Crimmins’ book, Never Shake Hands With a War Criminal.
Ms. Kate makes an interesting case for ensconcing Feith at a prestigious academic institution, but not as a teacher. Rather it should be like the old joke about the inbred rural family who have a son at Harvard, “He ain’t studyin’ nothin’. They’re studyin’ him.”
If we can study and understand what makes a Feith, perhaps we can learn to screen such creatures out when they seek positions of influence, or possibly even abort them in the womb.
//The Magic 8-Ball says, "Never shake hands with a war criminal."\\
Sunday, May 28, 2006
In a New York Minute, Or Something Like
"A New York minute was 54 seconds for a long time, the usual ten percent discount, but we dropped it to 51 seconds in the 1970s to keep up with the Japanese. These days it's hovering around 49.2 seconds."
"A Chicago minute? Look, the meter is gonna read sixty seconds. You got a problem with that?"
"A Philadelphia minute is sixty seconds long, but the minimum billable period is a quarter-hour."
"A Seattle minute is between 53.998 seconds and 54.0015 seconds, depending on time of day and local weather conditions."
"A Miami-Dade County minute is exactly sixty seconds, and anyone who tells you it's something else is a whacked-out hate-filled America-blaming moonbat!"
"An Oregon minute? Lessee.... Say, isn't it getting close to 4:20, dude?"
//The Magic 8-Ball says, "Don't sweat the small stuff."\\
"A Chicago minute? Look, the meter is gonna read sixty seconds. You got a problem with that?"
"A Philadelphia minute is sixty seconds long, but the minimum billable period is a quarter-hour."
"A Seattle minute is between 53.998 seconds and 54.0015 seconds, depending on time of day and local weather conditions."
"A Miami-Dade County minute is exactly sixty seconds, and anyone who tells you it's something else is a whacked-out hate-filled America-blaming moonbat!"
"An Oregon minute? Lessee.... Say, isn't it getting close to 4:20, dude?"
//The Magic 8-Ball says, "Don't sweat the small stuff."\\
Saturday, May 27, 2006
Conservative Rock Songs
The National Review published an alleged list of the top 50 "conservative rock songs".
Everyone's disputing it, pointing out places where the compiler of the list has misunderstood the lyrics, or missed a very broad irony, and absolutely everyone, even NPR, is pointing out that "Stand By Your Man" is not, and never will be, rock & roll.
There's also the noteworthy fact that unquestionably conservative rockers like Skrewdriver and Prussian Blue were excluded from the list, apparently for being too conservative.
The spin most people are putting on this is that Republicans are trying way too hard to appear "cool", like the kids in high school who were desperate to join the "cool" clique. Thing is, I've always thought of the "cool" clique (we called them "sosh", rhymes with "gauche") as the quintessential conservative insitution: over here behind the velvet rope, we're the coolest, because we say so.
The kids who were really cool, of course, the ones who went on to become the actual rock musicians (and film directors, and game designers, &c.) were very seldom members of the "cool" clique, and usually held it in disdain. They also seldom grew up to be conservatives.
Lots of other people have kicked the snot out of the published list, and I have no interest in piling on. Instead, I'd like to offer to help my conservative fellow Americans by suggesting alternative songs for the list:
"The Times They Are A-Changin'" by Bob Dylan. With lyrics like "If your time to you
Is worth savin'/ Then you better start swimmin'/ Or you'll sink like a stone / For the times they are a-changin'", it eloquently exhorts self-reliance, and is especially pointed in the wake of Hurricane Katrina, in which all those lazy Negroes chose to be stranded by floodwaters.
Bad Moon by John Fogerty, Creedence Clearwater Revival: A stark endorsement of law-and-order policies: "One eye is taken for an eye".
"Who Will Save Your Soul" by Jewel: Hey, it's religious, right? And Religion is always conservative, right?
Piggies by George Harrison: A paean to traditional childrearing techniques. "What they need's a damn good whacking".
Law and Order by Tom Robinson: Yeah, baby!
Love Me, I'm a Liberal by Phil Ochs: What could be more conservative than making fun of liberals?
Finally, here's what I think of as the ultimate conservative rock song, a stirring tribute to the selfless and unquestioning courage of the American fighting man. I refer, of course, to the "Feel Like I'm Fixin' to Die Rag" by Country Joe and the Fish.
Well, that was pretty mean of me, and pretty frivolous, even if I did enjoy it. I ought to be focusing on finishing up the school year (so I'll at least get a D and not an F for the term), and on my poor father, who has broken his hip.
//The Magic 8-Ball says, "Do it now."\\
Everyone's disputing it, pointing out places where the compiler of the list has misunderstood the lyrics, or missed a very broad irony, and absolutely everyone, even NPR, is pointing out that "Stand By Your Man" is not, and never will be, rock & roll.
There's also the noteworthy fact that unquestionably conservative rockers like Skrewdriver and Prussian Blue were excluded from the list, apparently for being too conservative.
The spin most people are putting on this is that Republicans are trying way too hard to appear "cool", like the kids in high school who were desperate to join the "cool" clique. Thing is, I've always thought of the "cool" clique (we called them "sosh", rhymes with "gauche") as the quintessential conservative insitution: over here behind the velvet rope, we're the coolest, because we say so.
The kids who were really cool, of course, the ones who went on to become the actual rock musicians (and film directors, and game designers, &c.) were very seldom members of the "cool" clique, and usually held it in disdain. They also seldom grew up to be conservatives.
Lots of other people have kicked the snot out of the published list, and I have no interest in piling on. Instead, I'd like to offer to help my conservative fellow Americans by suggesting alternative songs for the list:
"The Times They Are A-Changin'" by Bob Dylan. With lyrics like "If your time to you
Is worth savin'/ Then you better start swimmin'/ Or you'll sink like a stone / For the times they are a-changin'", it eloquently exhorts self-reliance, and is especially pointed in the wake of Hurricane Katrina, in which all those lazy Negroes chose to be stranded by floodwaters.
Bad Moon by John Fogerty, Creedence Clearwater Revival: A stark endorsement of law-and-order policies: "One eye is taken for an eye".
"Who Will Save Your Soul" by Jewel: Hey, it's religious, right? And Religion is always conservative, right?
Piggies by George Harrison: A paean to traditional childrearing techniques. "What they need's a damn good whacking".
Law and Order by Tom Robinson: Yeah, baby!
Love Me, I'm a Liberal by Phil Ochs: What could be more conservative than making fun of liberals?
Finally, here's what I think of as the ultimate conservative rock song, a stirring tribute to the selfless and unquestioning courage of the American fighting man. I refer, of course, to the "Feel Like I'm Fixin' to Die Rag" by Country Joe and the Fish.
Well, that was pretty mean of me, and pretty frivolous, even if I did enjoy it. I ought to be focusing on finishing up the school year (so I'll at least get a D and not an F for the term), and on my poor father, who has broken his hip.
//The Magic 8-Ball says, "Do it now."\\
Friday, May 26, 2006
Why Didn't More Democrats Oppose Hayden?
opednews.com's answer: Not Enough Primary Challenges
Yeah, that would explain it, all right.
//The Magic 8-Ball says, "I am not the one you should be asking."\\
Yeah, that would explain it, all right.
//The Magic 8-Ball says, "I am not the one you should be asking."\\
Thursday, May 25, 2006
As Much, and More
I'm not going to pass this term.
Well, tough beans.
What that means is, instead of coming back in the Fall, I'll be coming back next Spring.
I'll be coming back next Spring.
I'll be coming back next Spring.
I'll be back.
//The Magic 8-Ball says, "Life goes on."\\
Well, tough beans.
What that means is, instead of coming back in the Fall, I'll be coming back next Spring.
I'll be coming back next Spring.
I'll be coming back next Spring.
I'll be back.
//The Magic 8-Ball says, "Life goes on."\\
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
Nazanin Mahabad Fatehi
Once in awhile it's good to be reminded of what it's really like to live in a country where faith-based conservative organizations have taken over the government and re-established traditional family values.
Nazanin Mahabad Fatehi has been sentenced to death for killing a would-be rapist.
She's way over there in Iran, but you could still do something about it.
You could probably do more than I have, pretty easily.
//The Magic 8-Ball says, "Do the right thing."\\
Nazanin Mahabad Fatehi has been sentenced to death for killing a would-be rapist.
She's way over there in Iran, but you could still do something about it.
You could probably do more than I have, pretty easily.
//The Magic 8-Ball says, "Do the right thing."\\
Sunday, May 21, 2006
As Much
The highly-visible cooling tower of the Trojan Nuclear Power Plant was demolished today.
Kathe was impressed by the cooling-tower-shaped cloud visible here, but what impressed me was the shadowy figure of someone (I'd say Lloyd Marbet, except he was actually alive to see it in person) appearing in the dust cloud, raising a fist to smack the tower down.
I don't think nursing school is more than I can do, but I think it might be just as much as I can do.
//The Magic 8-Ball says, "Forward."\\
Kathe was impressed by the cooling-tower-shaped cloud visible here, but what impressed me was the shadowy figure of someone (I'd say Lloyd Marbet, except he was actually alive to see it in person) appearing in the dust cloud, raising a fist to smack the tower down.
I don't think nursing school is more than I can do, but I think it might be just as much as I can do.
//The Magic 8-Ball says, "Forward."\\
Saturday, May 20, 2006
English Or Else
Now that we're going to have English as our official language, we'd better start geting used to speaking pure English. It's going to take a lot of practice, since we've gotten used to a very sloppy, contaminated dialect, but for the sake of the Homeland, we must adapt.
We can start with our lunch menu -- I mean, lunch food choices. As we look down the food court, we see a wide range of choices:
Corn Flatbread Bell1
Donaldson's2 Ground Beef
Giant Flatbread With Red Nightshade Sauce Hut3
New Virginsland Fried Chicken4
1 Not that we have anything against Spanish, of course we don't, not the slightest, but we're speaking English now, so get used to it.
2 Yes, as is done in other countries with an official language, we're going to have to adopt English names.
3 Yes, I know it's a cumbersome name, but it will have to do until the Department of Homeland Security issues an official English word for that food product.
4 We'll have to leave a discussion of the new place names, including the new names for the states, for another day. But I'm sure we'll be able to adapt, being the inventive and versatile people of the United States of the Northern New World.
//The Magic 8-Ball says, "Oy, vey."\\
We can start with our lunch menu -- I mean, lunch food choices. As we look down the food court, we see a wide range of choices:
Corn Flatbread Bell1
Donaldson's2 Ground Beef
Giant Flatbread With Red Nightshade Sauce Hut3
New Virginsland Fried Chicken4
1 Not that we have anything against Spanish, of course we don't, not the slightest, but we're speaking English now, so get used to it.
2 Yes, as is done in other countries with an official language, we're going to have to adopt English names.
3 Yes, I know it's a cumbersome name, but it will have to do until the Department of Homeland Security issues an official English word for that food product.
4 We'll have to leave a discussion of the new place names, including the new names for the states, for another day. But I'm sure we'll be able to adapt, being the inventive and versatile people of the United States of the Northern New World.
//The Magic 8-Ball says, "Oy, vey."\\
Sunday, May 14, 2006
Broke What?
The other day I saw a bumper sticker on a pickup truck. It showed photos of John Kerry and John Edwards and read "The Real Brokeback Mountain".
My first thought was, "cheap dumb shot: compare the Presidential and Vice Presidental candidates with a gay couple, a million laughs, classic right-wing tactic."
Then it hit me: Brokeback Mountain wasn't even released until 2005. Which means this was a campaign sticker designed and issued after the election.
Now why would anyone produce, much less display, campaign material after the fact?
1) Bush supporters are even slower on the uptake than we thought.
2) Force of habit: the real hard core will keep on campaigning for 2004 to keep warmed up for when the 2008 campaign begins in December of 2006.
But I really think it's
3) A vain attempt to assuage lingering guilt over the stolen election.
//The Magic 8-Ball says, "You know how to find out."\\
My first thought was, "cheap dumb shot: compare the Presidential and Vice Presidental candidates with a gay couple, a million laughs, classic right-wing tactic."
Then it hit me: Brokeback Mountain wasn't even released until 2005. Which means this was a campaign sticker designed and issued after the election.
Now why would anyone produce, much less display, campaign material after the fact?
1) Bush supporters are even slower on the uptake than we thought.
2) Force of habit: the real hard core will keep on campaigning for 2004 to keep warmed up for when the 2008 campaign begins in December of 2006.
But I really think it's
3) A vain attempt to assuage lingering guilt over the stolen election.
//The Magic 8-Ball says, "You know how to find out."\\
Saturday, May 13, 2006
No Countdown!
A lot of people have started counting down the days until January 20th, 2009, but I'm not one of them.
If nothing else, if we wait that long without impeaching, convicting and jailing him, Bush may just grant himself the authority to cancel the election and rule by decree.
Fortunately, there are things we can do about it, starting with the Impeachment Kit at Redneck Mother.
//The Magic 8-Ball says, "He who hesitates is lost."\\
If nothing else, if we wait that long without impeaching, convicting and jailing him, Bush may just grant himself the authority to cancel the election and rule by decree.
Fortunately, there are things we can do about it, starting with the Impeachment Kit at Redneck Mother.
//The Magic 8-Ball says, "He who hesitates is lost."\\
Friday, May 12, 2006
I Wish I Knew How To Quit You, America
I keep right on loving you, no matter how many times you break my heart.
I tell myself that the things you do when you've got a war on aren't the real you. I tell myself that when I see you holding prisoners without trial, torturing people, burning children in their beds, even starving your own Marines, that it's not your fault: it's the stressful times, it's your anxiety about showing your age, it's fear of falling behind the neighbors. Above all, I keep trying to blame That Man. If I could just break you up with him, everything would be fine, right? But I know that really the problem goes deeper than that.
You do incredible things, marvelous things -- all of your friends envy your creativity. But you also waste so much of your time and your talent on mindless trivia.
You talk about religion and morality all the time, but I see the things you stoop to to finance your high-maintenance lifestyle.
You make young people worship you -- I know I wasn't the first or the last to be snared by you) and then you use them shamelessly.
I only wish I could just wash my hands of you, tell you to go to Hell, sit back and watch while you finally destroy yourself.
But I can't.
I love you, America.
God help me.
//The Magic 8-Ball says, "The course of true love never did run smooth."\\
I tell myself that the things you do when you've got a war on aren't the real you. I tell myself that when I see you holding prisoners without trial, torturing people, burning children in their beds, even starving your own Marines, that it's not your fault: it's the stressful times, it's your anxiety about showing your age, it's fear of falling behind the neighbors. Above all, I keep trying to blame That Man. If I could just break you up with him, everything would be fine, right? But I know that really the problem goes deeper than that.
You do incredible things, marvelous things -- all of your friends envy your creativity. But you also waste so much of your time and your talent on mindless trivia.
You talk about religion and morality all the time, but I see the things you stoop to to finance your high-maintenance lifestyle.
You make young people worship you -- I know I wasn't the first or the last to be snared by you) and then you use them shamelessly.
I only wish I could just wash my hands of you, tell you to go to Hell, sit back and watch while you finally destroy yourself.
But I can't.
I love you, America.
God help me.
//The Magic 8-Ball says, "The course of true love never did run smooth."\\
Thursday, May 11, 2006
Shame on You, You...oh, Yes, and You
AT&T, Bell South and Verizon have been helping the NSA spy on us.
This is reprehensible.
They are hereby reprehended.
//The Magic 8-Ball says, "That'll teach them."\\
This is reprehensible.
They are hereby reprehended.
//The Magic 8-Ball says, "That'll teach them."\\
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
Bootylicious Banana Split
Kathe and I don't get to do much together these days, but we do walk downtown when we get the chance.
Living just a few blocks from downtown, we can walk to almost everything: the library, the park, the waterfront, coffee shops, book stores, shoe stores, the post office, the arts center, the farmers' market.... It's good to be close to downtown.
Now there's a new pleasure downtown: the Rexall has opened up a genuine soda fountain, where soda professors in genuine white coats will serve you genuine ice cream sodas (and almost-genuine phosphates: they use citric acid instead of phosphoric).
It's deliberately quaint, mixing references from the 1950s, the 1920s, the 1900s and other periods as well (for instance, in offering a "Bootylicious Banana Split").
We're going there a lot these days. We want to encourage it, lest it lose money for the store and be closed.
//The Magic 8-Ball says, "Pleasure is where you find it."\\
Living just a few blocks from downtown, we can walk to almost everything: the library, the park, the waterfront, coffee shops, book stores, shoe stores, the post office, the arts center, the farmers' market.... It's good to be close to downtown.
Now there's a new pleasure downtown: the Rexall has opened up a genuine soda fountain, where soda professors in genuine white coats will serve you genuine ice cream sodas (and almost-genuine phosphates: they use citric acid instead of phosphoric).
It's deliberately quaint, mixing references from the 1950s, the 1920s, the 1900s and other periods as well (for instance, in offering a "Bootylicious Banana Split").
We're going there a lot these days. We want to encourage it, lest it lose money for the store and be closed.
//The Magic 8-Ball says, "Pleasure is where you find it."\\
Sunday, May 07, 2006
I'm Still In School
Nursing school is hard. I've certainly said that often enough before, but I feel the need to say it again.
I don't exactly feel as though I can't do it, but I do sometimes feel pretty well burdened, as though I were digging through a gigantic heap of rubble, burrowing my way forward while the tunnel collapses behind me, and daylight a long way away.
But I'd rather be deep in that pile than falling into the Singularity of Wrongness alongside Glenn Reynolds (who wrote a post in which he managed five falsehoods in just four statements)
[I'm here reminded of the linguist's observation that the sentence "Them's them!" (affirming the identity of a plural subject) contains three grammatical errors in only two words.]
Yes, Barbie is right, this school stuff is tough. Still...well, I'll let the good old Magic 8-Ball tell it:
//The Magic 8-Ball says, "The way out is through."\\
I don't exactly feel as though I can't do it, but I do sometimes feel pretty well burdened, as though I were digging through a gigantic heap of rubble, burrowing my way forward while the tunnel collapses behind me, and daylight a long way away.
But I'd rather be deep in that pile than falling into the Singularity of Wrongness alongside Glenn Reynolds (who wrote a post in which he managed five falsehoods in just four statements)
[I'm here reminded of the linguist's observation that the sentence "Them's them!" (affirming the identity of a plural subject) contains three grammatical errors in only two words.]
Yes, Barbie is right, this school stuff is tough. Still...well, I'll let the good old Magic 8-Ball tell it:
//The Magic 8-Ball says, "The way out is through."\\
Saturday, May 06, 2006
Ewwww, Gross!
Kathe sent me this:
Hungary workers get shock at bottom of rum barrel
Thu May 4, 9:49 AM ET
BUDAPEST (Reuters) - Hungarian builders who drank their way to the bottom of a huge barrel of rum while renovating a house got a nasty surprise when a pickled corpse tumbled out of the empty barrel, a police magazine website reported.
According to online magazine www.zsaru.hu, workers in Szeged in the south of Hungary tried to move the barrel after they had drained it, only to find it was surprisingly heavy and were shocked when the body of a naked man fell out.
The website said that the body of the man had been shipped back from Jamaica 20 years ago by his wife in the barrel of rum in order to avoid the cost and paperwork of an official return.
According to the website, workers said the rum in the 300-liter barrel had a "special taste" so they even decanted a few bottles of the liquor to take home.
The wife has since died and the man was buried in a proper grave.
To which I replied:
1) I'm glad to see that you thought to send this one to Corinna [who is currently an apprentice mortician].
2) I don't know if they still do, but within living memory, British sailors referred to rum as "Nelson's Blood" because of the depleted state of the cask in which the martyred Admiral was shipped home.
3) This bit of morbid tippling, distressing as it may sound, is far less so than that story we both know from old Portland, the one where the man arrived at work to find five men slumped unconscious around the barrel they'd been drinking from, loaded them hastily onto a wagon and sold them to a ship's captain in the old Shanghai fashion (thereby making them someone else's problem), then went back to the funeral home and put the lid back on the barrel of formaldehyde.
//The Magic 8-Ball says, "DOn't try to drink this blue stuff inside me, either."\\
Hungary workers get shock at bottom of rum barrel
Thu May 4, 9:49 AM ET
BUDAPEST (Reuters) - Hungarian builders who drank their way to the bottom of a huge barrel of rum while renovating a house got a nasty surprise when a pickled corpse tumbled out of the empty barrel, a police magazine website reported.
According to online magazine www.zsaru.hu, workers in Szeged in the south of Hungary tried to move the barrel after they had drained it, only to find it was surprisingly heavy and were shocked when the body of a naked man fell out.
The website said that the body of the man had been shipped back from Jamaica 20 years ago by his wife in the barrel of rum in order to avoid the cost and paperwork of an official return.
According to the website, workers said the rum in the 300-liter barrel had a "special taste" so they even decanted a few bottles of the liquor to take home.
The wife has since died and the man was buried in a proper grave.
To which I replied:
1) I'm glad to see that you thought to send this one to Corinna [who is currently an apprentice mortician].
2) I don't know if they still do, but within living memory, British sailors referred to rum as "Nelson's Blood" because of the depleted state of the cask in which the martyred Admiral was shipped home.
3) This bit of morbid tippling, distressing as it may sound, is far less so than that story we both know from old Portland, the one where the man arrived at work to find five men slumped unconscious around the barrel they'd been drinking from, loaded them hastily onto a wagon and sold them to a ship's captain in the old Shanghai fashion (thereby making them someone else's problem), then went back to the funeral home and put the lid back on the barrel of formaldehyde.
//The Magic 8-Ball says, "DOn't try to drink this blue stuff inside me, either."\\
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
What is the Sound of One Jaw Dropping?
Dev2.0?
I'd like to take a swing at whoever thought this up.
And a whip to whoever sold Disney the rights.
//The Magic 8-Ball says, "Whip it good."\\
I'd like to take a swing at whoever thought this up.
And a whip to whoever sold Disney the rights.
//The Magic 8-Ball says, "Whip it good."\\
Monday, May 01, 2006
Der Star Spengld Bener
I had an idea for a music video this morning:
The camera simply dissolves from one group of Americans singing "The Star-Spangled Banner" to another -- each of them singing in a different language. Maybe one of them would be singing one of the other three verses in English, too.
I'd like to see / hear that.
//The Magic 8-Ball says, "Patriotism is defined as finding common interests with your fellow citizens".\\
The camera simply dissolves from one group of Americans singing "The Star-Spangled Banner" to another -- each of them singing in a different language. Maybe one of them would be singing one of the other three verses in English, too.
I'd like to see / hear that.
//The Magic 8-Ball says, "Patriotism is defined as finding common interests with your fellow citizens".\\
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