Steven P Allen

Ditto!

Unless, of course the target demographic happened to be Jewish or Slavic. Please don't try to rehabilitate Nazis.

That said, the Perry-class managed to do it till the USN de-toothed them.

[que]Southern Comfort[/que]

Come on over for a visit, Murph!

+ another.

Fuzzy thinking is fuzzy thinking whether in the headline or the body.

Somewhere on YouTube is a video of deer hunting with a mountain howitzer. Double canister with accurately reproduced mountain howitzer rounds will put hundreds of pistol-caliber balls downrange with an effective kill capability well over the manual-mandated 300 yards.

Fixed it for ya. This is, of course, my point: Lighting a fuse prior to shooting oneself does NOT mean that one killed oneself and THEN blew up the truck. The subject of an active voice sentence is the agent of the action, and agency is subject to chronological order (at least in English--and all Indo-European languages of which I am aware--semantic grammar).

"Livelsberger is thought to have killed himself seconds before blowing up the rented electric vehicle on Jan 1. " [Sentence plucked from a previous post to clean up the clutter.] How does one kill oneself BEFORE doing another action?

It's stories like this that make me so suspicious of nearly every claim the medical field makes. If something so basic has eluded them for so long, what else are they missing that affects everything they do and prescribed? Follow the science (into ignorance)!

Terrible shame that Frank Reagan retired!

A Blessed New Year to all!

Other than Habitat for Humanity, many of the causes he championed post-Presidency were reprehensible.

Friday. 12/27, we had to put Bitsy to sleep. Her hips had atrophied to the point that she could no long take more than a step or two or stand for more than half a minute. I had to carry her outside to do her "patrols," and she had numerous accidents in the house. She drank only once or twice/day, and she stopped eating on Christmas Day. In the end, she let me carry her to the car and rode into town without any struggle. She looked up at me once with the same look in her eyes that she had when she first came up out of the field. I had dug the grave that afternoon, and we buried that night in the field she loved to play in, near--but not too near!--the other dogs lying there. I miss her more than I can say. Oh, Bitsy!