A Mormon who said his “heart sank” when he heard that the church’s beloved Tabernacle Choir will perform at Donald Trump’s inauguration has launched a ... moreA Mormon who said his “heart sank” when he heard that the church’s beloved Tabernacle Choir will perform at Donald Trump’s inauguration has launched a petition to urge the group not to go to Washington, D.C.
“I love the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. The thought of this choir and Mormonism being forever associated with a man who disparages minorities, brags about his sexual control of women, encourages intolerance and traffics in hate speech and bullying, was unacceptable,” Randall Thacker said in a statement. “I immediately knew there were probably thousands of people who felt the same way, so I created the space on Change.org for like-minded Mormons and their friends to share their feelings.”
About 215 of the choir’s 360 members are expected to perform at the inauguration, church officials have told The Salt Lake City Tribune.
By Thursday evening, nearly 19,000 people had signed the petition, which is seeking 25,000 signat... less
This talented and beautiful comedienne has one of the most beautiful smiles I've ever seen. She smiles - - I smile, too.
This is an image of her as 'Geraldine Granger' in the hilar... moreThis talented and beautiful comedienne has one of the most beautiful smiles I've ever seen. She smiles - - I smile, too.
This is an image of her as 'Geraldine Granger' in the hilarious "The Vicar of Dibley" TV show.Thanks for the smiles, Dawn.
Hearts thump and picks and shovels poise; transfixed, we stare in awe,
For, glowering in uncharted realm, within that musty maw;
A ravaged, long-lost citadel - appalling to the sig... moreHearts thump and picks and shovels poise; transfixed, we stare in awe,
For, glowering in uncharted realm, within that musty maw;
A ravaged, long-lost citadel - appalling to the sight;
Eroded stone and sun-baked clay mired in primordial night.
Its guardians stir, incensed thus rudely waked from timeless sleep;
And yawn and stretch, and heel-to-toe, start from the gloomy deep;
An eerie file of mythic beasts lured from their hoary den,
Like night-moths to the lamplight, by this sunlit world of men.
My oldest son and I have an ongoing battle. I leave my coffee supplies on the counter next to the coffee pot... makes sense because I'm there every 60-90 minutes using them. Howeve... moreMy oldest son and I have an ongoing battle. I leave my coffee supplies on the counter next to the coffee pot... makes sense because I'm there every 60-90 minutes using them. However, he's in the kitchen eating a lot, and almost every time I go back in for a cup of coffee, my stuff has been put away. Aside from gluing it to the counter, which I am totally doing tonight, what are some creative ways to get him to stop?He says he's putting it away, and that I should too, because it's not in use, but I can think of dozens of things he doesn't put away or clean. :/ And, this has been going on for a year or more. Gah! less
They're apparently killing their smart phones by sending out too many "good morning" messages.https://www.wsj.com/articles/the-internet-is-filling-up-because-indians-are-sending-mi... moreThey're apparently killing their smart phones by sending out too many "good morning" messages.https://www.wsj.com/articles/the-internet-is-filling-up-because-indians-are-sending-millions-of-good-morning-texts-1516640068
But the Consul’s brow was sad,
And the Consul’s speech was low,
And darkly looked he at the wall,
And darkly at the foe.... moreBut the Consul’s brow was sad,
And the Consul’s speech was low,
And darkly looked he at the wall,
And darkly at the foe.
‘Their van will be upon us
Before the bridge goes down;
And if they once may win the bridge,
What hope to save the town?’
The waves take awful toll of them,
And spent from bloody fights,
And irksome northland winters long,
And dreary winter’s nights,... moreThe waves take awful toll of them,
And spent from bloody fights,
And irksome northland winters long,
And dreary winter’s nights,
Their dragon-ships hauled high and dry,
Hostage to ice and fogs,
They huddle round their longhouse fires
With their brawling half-wild dogs.
