If I were fabulously wealthy and we had high-speed rail in this country—two of the biggest ifs ever to if—I'd absolutely build a private rail car. Fine persian rugs. A bar stocked with mint juleps and snifters of brandy. Stained-glass windows on the doors between cars. A pipe organ in the corner.
A friend of mine does graphics for NBC News, and he said they spent those four years sifting through dozens of photos hoping for one where he didn’t look like garbage, because if the accurately portrayed him, they’d be accused of “bias.”
When was the NYT more liberal? When they le Tom Cotton write an op-ed about how the army should shoot BLM protesters? The BUT HER EMAILS era? When they were breathlessly repeating lies about yellowcake and swiftboats? "Hitler has learned his lesson?" They've been garbage for a long, long time.
That’s just 90% of houses now. We had to fight our house painter to let us pick bright colors instead of making the whole house greige. We finally let him ruin the wall running along the stairs as a compromise.
It’s funny how Clinton raised taxes on the rich and cut them for everyone else, Reagan cut taxes for the rich and raised them for everyone else, but in both cases the second part was swiftly memory-holed.
Fast 7 is a very realistic movie if you just replace "dragging a helicopter behind your car" with "flipping off a guy who cut you off on the turnpike". They're both in cars! Everyone has been in one of those two situations! Relatable.
Sure, but it's also re-embracing the New Deal idea that capitalism runs best when everyone plays by the rules, the rich pay their fair share, and a hard days work should be worth a decent wage. That's a long way away from Clinton-era "yay deregulation!" but they both fall into capitalism=prosperity.
I don’t know if that’s true, though. The Prius is the lowest-maintenance car on the road, specifically because it’s a hybrid. The dual motor means each half gets less wear and tear. I’v driven mind from 165k to 195k miles, and the only time it’s been in the shop is when I got rear-ended.