Happy Twelfth Night!

From Twelfth Night:

Twelfth-Night; or, What You Will

Shift around the letters, and it becomes:

Weighty twin full-throat howl

From King Lear:

Give me your hand: you are now within a foot
Of the extreme verge: for all beneath the moon
Would I not leap upright.

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I hope they find enough wiggle room to woo home a tax rate deal before they unroll that punitive maneuver. *Frown*

From Macbeth:

I have no words;
My voice is in my sword, thou bloodier villain
Than terms can give thee out!

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A surly school shooter. So morbid, vivid, violent, inhuman…

Today, we grieve. Then, we act.

I’m in.

From Hamlet:

I cannot live to hear the news from England;
But I do prophesy the election lights
On Fortinbras.

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Math prognosticator Nate Silver predicted the whole state finishing roll, one-none.

Fun hobby!

From King Lear:

Poor naked wretches, wheresoe’er you are,
That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm,
How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides,
Your loop’d and window’d raggedness, defend you
From seasons such as these? O! I have ta’en
Too little care of this. Take physic, pomp;
Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel,
That thou mayst shake the superflux to them,
And show the heavens more just.

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Hurricane Sandy was a tragedy of the steepest stuff: power loss, floods, treks, homes lost, and death.

How should we justify exactly who we are?

The next test, this election ahead, is to choose among two discussed philosophies.

Romney sulks “Every man for himself.” Shut up!

Obama defends “We’re all in this together,” as he had heeded.

Help us keep up the push to stay there for one another.

Vote.

From Twelfth Night:

One face, one voice, one habit, and two persons,
A natural perspective, that is and is not!

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In an occasion vociferous as debate, the president was real, not that naive opponent.

UPDATE: I’m having problems loading the embedded video, so here’s a direct link.

From Coriolanus:

A hundred thousand welcomes: I could weep,
And I could laugh; I am light, and heavy. Welcome.

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Each high page-view accolade would include all who huddled around my site as monument.

From Romeo and Juliet:

But, let them measure us by what they will,
We’ll measure them a measure, and be gone.

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The melee damage-buy seems mutual where Rahm blew a test-result law by the union.

From Julius Caesar:

I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts:
I am no orator, as Brutus is;
But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man,
That love my friend; and that they know full well
That gave me public leave to speak of him.

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Naturally suave Bill Clinton stumps for pal Obama, takes his aim at a wordy, awesome, truthful venue keynote.

A main theme was that he could probably talk us all into voting for Romney if he wanted to.

From Macbeth:

O! these flaws and starts—
Impostors to true fear—would well become
A woman’s story at a winter’s fire,
Authoriz’d by her grandam. Shame itself!
Why do you make such faces? When all’s done
You look but on a stool.

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Don’t worry for famous Clint Eastwood.

Honestly, that slowed hokey bit where he was lecturing to a fantasized Obama seems somewhat normal.

Sure, all the rest of your famous Republicans always do.

Kudos!