From Julius Caesar:
The evil that men do lives after them,
The good is oft interred with their bones;
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Hint: Don’t believe the Twitter shot.
Mandela’s this freedom fighter.
I vote hero.
From Julius Caesar:
But wherefore art not in thy shop today?
Why dost thou lead these men about the streets?
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No protesters need be hushed Friday. They show the teeth to shout not to buy at Walmart.
From Henry VI, Part One:
Stay, lords and gentlemen, and pluck no more,
Till you conclude that he, upon whose side
The fewest roses are cropp’d from the tree,
Shall yield the other in the right opinion.
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Harry Reid’s Senate employed the nuclear option to lushly enlighten poll thresholds.
It’s hopeful to know the Democrats now steer the direction unimpeded for a change.
In honor of Twitter’s IPO this week…
From Hamlet:
Brevity is the soul of wit
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Oh, Twitter’s live? If so, buy!
In honor of the shutdown ending…
From King Lear:
Nothing will come of nothing
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Hill conmen fighting now, too.
One hidden benefit of the Shakespeare Follow-Up is that it can give me extra ideas for the Shakespeare Anagram!
From As You Like It:
The poor world is almost six thousand years old, and in all this time there was not any man died in his own person, videlicet, in a love-cause.
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Science winnows latent old isotope radiation dates and helps to show us our vivid earth is held many more years old than six millennia.
From Henry VI, Part Two:
Pride went before, ambition follows him.
While these do labour for their own preferment,
Behoves it us to labour for the realm.
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For fear, Boehner followed the wimp route to preserve his seat, win or aim to hobble the infirm, before mob rule shut it all down.
From King Lear:
O! reason not the need; our basest beggars
Are in the poorest thing superfluous:
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The suggestion of a gold iPhone enraptures snobs, but stores near here are out.
From Hamlet:
Alas! poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is!
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Rest in Peace, James Gandolfini.
An obnoxious kooky mobster? No. I watch him act it.
He wasn’t Tony… rather, I feel, a man of honor in all of his ability.
So, did he know when it came for him?
From Measure for Measure:
Hence shall we see,
If power change purpose, what our seemers be.
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Push Obama, he now feels huge secret sweeper plans were heroic.