Martial artist. Lifter. Runner. Hiker. Lover of travel. Aspiring hyperpolyglot. Scotch snob. Smoker of brisket. A tennis player on my better days. World citizen, but American first. Extreme moderate.
He’ll go.
He’ll go.
Just IMAGINE the booing.
Just IMAGINE the booing.
Wake me in late October.
In the meantime, I’ll be white-knuckling it.
Wake me in late October.
In the meantime, I’ll be white-knuckling it.
The writer was being fancy.
The writer was being fancy.
I’m getting charitably 30%.
I’m getting charitably 30%.
France has billionaires. Germany has billionaires.
Surely we can effectively tax them at rates equivalent to what working people pay without alienating them entirely (especially in a post-Citizens United era)?
France has billionaires. Germany has billionaires.
Surely we can effectively tax them at rates equivalent to what working people pay without alienating them entirely (especially in a post-Citizens United era)?
Does the sun hit it, perchance?
Does the sun hit it, perchance?