On ruthless monetarists
Apr. 20., 2010 | 08:29 am
You gotta give it to Hansen every now and then http://www.ir.lv/2010/4/19/latviono
don't you think?
The Dane - who I believe he is - didn't think it beneath himself to call out the vulgar-mouthed millionaire lady. It's quietly manly, if it's anything.
don't you think?
The Dane - who I believe he is - didn't think it beneath himself to call out the vulgar-mouthed millionaire lady. It's quietly manly, if it's anything.
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Apr. 20., 2010 | 10:19 am
Hloroforma spīkers
http://www.delfi.lv/news/national/polit
the look of quiet madness
tieši tā varmācīgā anestēzija, no kuras nāk nāvējošs vēmiens.
Šī Saeima ieies vēsturē ar to, ka saražojusi visvairāk mirušu
mazu un lielu, un vecu latviešu, un visvairāk aizbraucēju.
http://www.delfi.lv/news/national/polit
the look of quiet madness
tieši tā varmācīgā anestēzija, no kuras nāk nāvējošs vēmiens.
Šī Saeima ieies vēsturē ar to, ka saražojusi visvairāk mirušu
mazu un lielu, un vecu latviešu, un visvairāk aizbraucēju.
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"Ar šiem ponija izmēra rumakiem"
Apr. 20., 2010 | 04:15 pm
Tiesa gan, starptautiski vispopulārākā Īslandes apģērbu zīmola – „66 North” – izstrādājumi top Latvijā. Jā, jā – īsladnieši ved uz Latviju vilnu, kur to mūsu lētais darbaspēks pārvērš lieliskās jaciņās, cepurēs, cimdiņos... Šie vilnas istrādājumi pašā Īslandē maksā bargu naudu un suvenīru veikalos tiek piedāvāti tūristiem. Arī no Latvijas.
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Apr. 20., 2010 | 04:19 pm
Don't you think American women's writing is deteriorating? Here's what I do now.
"The next line was crossed out, scratched out viciously, and the rest of the page was blank. I listened in the direction of the kitchen. Through the closed door I could hear Robert's former wife moving something - a stool dragged across linoleum, a cupboard door being opened and shut. I folded the page into thirds and put it in my inside jacket pocket."
How sad is that?
"The next line was crossed out, scratched out viciously, and the rest of the page was blank. I listened in the direction of the kitchen. Through the closed door I could hear Robert's former wife moving something - a stool dragged across linoleum, a cupboard door being opened and shut. I folded the page into thirds and put it in my inside jacket pocket."
How sad is that?