LINDSBORG, Kan. | On a bitterly cold February afternoon, a jaunty black-and-white striped Barred Plymouth Rock rooster with a brilliant red comb ruffles his chest feathers and struts across the barnyard to strains of classical music.
It's a Sunday night at Dante's, and all the regulars are here. There's the guy who looks like Prince, the guy dressed as Hendrix and two beefy fellas from a biker gang.
It's trashy. It's stupid. At times I wonder why the Department of Agriculture doesn't offer the CW Network a subsidy to end it all. Nevertheless, like a hog in slop, I'm hooked on "The Farmer Wants A Wife." And, oh, I hate myself for it.
Portsmouth - THE ASSOCIATION OF PORTSMOUTH TAXPAYERS will meet at 7 p.m. Wednesday, May 21 in the Hilton Garden Inn meeting room of Portsmouth Public Library, 175 Parrott Ave
The green pastures, horses and crowing chickens of rural Galt are a long way from the high, barb-wired walls and clanging metal doors of Mule Creek State Prison.
The notion that we ought to now go to Baghdad and somehow take control of the country strikes me as an extremely serious one, in terms of what we'd have to do when we got there. You'd probably have to put some new government in place.
There are "some people so famous, so much the focus of media attention and public conversation, that they cease to be viewed by many as human beings. Britney has joined them." Alastair Campbell's point applies to anyone who is recognisable to the general public by their first name.
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