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7:40 AM: Rahm Emanuel enters Oval Office, gives Obama secret Illuminati handshake, says, “Good morning, Comrade President. The Iranian ambassador is here to discuss his scheme to undermine America’s security.” Obama says, “Show him right in.”
9:05 AM: Snack of sweetened camel milk served with dates, figs, pita and hummus. Then Iranian ambassador exits White House through secret tunnel so Fox News won’t see him.
10 AM: Editors of New York Times, Washington Post, New Yorker arrive to receive weekly instructions.
10 PM: In private quarters, Obama, Michelle are so moved watching PBS documentary on suffering of poor widows and children of al Qaeda suicide bombers, they decide to make contribution.
11 PM: Bong hits, anal sex, then sleep.
2:25 AM: Succubus enters bedroom, mounts sleeping President and has her way with him while whispering demonic instructions for next day. –“A day in the life of Obama (as envisioned by a typical Republican),” Lewis Grossberger, True/Slant
Our future looks grim. International relations are still hindered by expansionist national endeavors and a lack of mutual trust. The responsible parties are still stuck with outdated goals and standards for success and are thus unable to consider pioneering global solutions. The rulers of the world still think that the mightiest will win! But as long as might and size are what defines success, peaceful cooperation among peoples and cultures will remain a goal of the distant future. How many more wars do we need to understand that the political distinction of cultures and nations is not tenable? –“The West as a Role Model,” Reinhard Mohn, The Globalist
Reverse anti-Semitism, or why banning the iPad in Israel is a secret plot to avoid global domination;
there will be no second Dunkirk, ladies and gentlemen;
green jobs in the red, skies still blue (not really)
Dear Editors of The Conflagrated Hen,
The decision to reject The Conflagrated Hen was a carefully considered one. As you know, decisions about where to publish are quite subjective, and perhaps less about any one journal in particular than about the collection of literary magazines in which a writer hopes to see his or her work, and to have it seen by others.
Furthermore, I am currently overwhelmed by calls for submissions. For any given piece, I have at least five hundred literary journals and magazines to choose from. I wouldn’t dare submit simultaneously, so there really are very few publications that actually make the cut (in particular among those that take over two years to respond to submissions).
In the future, rather than soliciting work from seasoned writers, you might try for work from undergraduate writing workshops, whose members tend to be much less selective about where their work is published.
Eventually, someone might start paying attention to you.
Rachel Levy –“Dear Editors,” Rachel Levy, Swink
Lest we forget: they are still fighting a war on the Korean peninsula;
yes, you can bribe ADD kids, and not just with drugs!
New York is completely unfair; result: your kid is dumb
More from TedRoss:
Flor Arely Sánchez had been in bed with a fever and pains throughout her body for three days when a July thunderstorm broke over the mountainside. She got nervous when bolts of light flashed in the sky. Lightning strikes the San Julián region of western El Salvador several times a year, and her neighbors fear storms more than they fear the march of diseases — first dengue, then chikungunya, now Zika. Flor worried about a lot of things, since she was pregnant.
Late in the afternoon, when the pains had somewhat eased, Flor thought she might go to a dammed-up bit of the river near her house to bathe. She is thirty-five and has lived in the same place all her life, where wrinkled hills are planted with corn, beans, and fruit trees. She took a towel and soap and walked out into the rain. Halfway to the river, the pains returned and overcame her. The next thing Flor remembers, she was in a room she didn’t recognize, unable to move. As she soon discovered, she was in a hospital, her ankle cuffed to the bed, and she was being investigated for abortion.
Average amount the company paid each of its 140 top executives last year:
Between one fifth and one half of England’s leisure horses are obese.
Scientists in the Galápagos Islands credited an endangered giant tortoise named Diego with saving his species by fathering more than 800 offspring.
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“Matt was happy enough to sustain himself on the detritus of a world he saw as careening toward self-destruction, and equally happy to scam a government he despised. 'I’m glad everyone’s so wasteful,' he told me. 'It supports my lifestyle.'”