The wonderful Toothsome is back for us all to share – but where has she been, I wonder. xx
I am experimenting my comic strips here. hehehe
Curious, who this Mac Giggles is? Well, he is one of my blogger friends in Word Press who always make me laugh every time he writes me a comment. You can check his blog here: Mark Armstrong Illustration
And I got his comic name from Linda Vernon who is also a funny woman, check her funny blog here: Linda Vernon
So there you know that I am also a funny woman 🙂
Click Toothsome to meet her co-toons!
Sure it is still possible for Cruz/Kasich or Bernie Sanders to steal the limelight with the teaming up of Cruz/Kasich to temporarily stop Trump or for Bernie to turn the world on its head and win the nomination outright, but pigs have a better chance of flying. So we may as well face it that the United States election will place a criminal against an egotistical buffoon. Such a choice will likely produce the smallest turnout for a Presidential election in American history with over half the eligible voters blowing off the election out of sheer disinterest. The election will be won by whichever of the two candidates sickens their base less than the other. Call it the election where large portions will be voting for the one that makes them less ill. The question must seriously be looked at as to what each Presidency would look like and what…
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The Labour Party has a “serious problem” with anti-Semitism, a senior Labour peer has warned.
Lord Levy told BBC Newsnight he believed anti-Semitism existed across the political divide, but it seemed “more prominent” within Labour.
It follows the party’s decision to suspend MP Naz Shah from the party over comments about Israel on social media, pending an investigation.
Ms Shah has made a “profound apology” in the Commons for her remarks.
The MP for Bradford West has been widely criticised for Facebook posts she made before she became an MP, in which she suggested, among other things, that Israel should be moved to the United States.
There are certain youthful memories that transcend the past in a way that makes it appear to have been impossibly perfect. This perfection of the past, especially if it occurs in a foreign language, corrects for immigrant anxieties and also compensates for exilic losses.
In the spring of 1985, when the events described here occurred, the political situation in the Soviet Union hardly promised any quick changes of fortune. The “rule of corpses”—Brezhnev’s latter years followed by Andropov’s brief stint on the Soviet throne—had ended in March 1985 with the passing of Konstantin Chernenko. The 54-year-old power-hungry Mikhail Gorbachev had just been elected general secretary of the Communist Party, and his grip on power was still tenuous.
I remember a particularly fine Sunday morning in April of 1985, one of those liberating mornings in Moscow when everybody knows that winter is over. At the time I was a freshman at Moscow University, a kid from a family of veteran Jewish refuseniks. My friend Maxim Mussel (aka “Krolik=Rabbit”), now a marketing guru and a mobile filmmaker, was then a sophomore at the Moscow Electrotechnical Institute of Communications (nicknamed “Institute of Liaisons”). I left the USSR almost 30 years ago; Krolik is still living in Moscow—not far from the old haunts of our raw Soviet youth.