"THERE ARE people on the right and the left who think that if you compromise you're a coward, you're a facilitator, you're an appeaser. People are more interested in fighting with each other than they are in getting the no-brainers done and governing." This comes from GOP representative Steven LaTourette of Ohio who is leaving the House because he "just can't take it anymore." He is dropping out after nine terms and this is a big loss for America.
Cruz is a Cuban-American who went to Harvard Law and memorized the Constitution. He makes both the GOP's Perry/Dewhurst combined look like pantywaists.
Everybody is thrilled that the tres gay "Magic Mike" was such a big hit and the Reporter pronounces as well that "The Amazing Spider-Man" is a success as well. Spider-Man has heart, just as I said it did, and it can go on forever. When I compare "Spider-Man" to "The Dark Knight Rises" (Batman making no sense) and to "Prometheus" and "The Avengers"--well, I don't think they can hold a candle to the story of the young man bitten by a spider and spinning his web ever after for good against evil. Wonderful acting by the one and only Andrew Garfield.
Although she has a "bad girl" image, this is something of a pose: "Rebellious through my music, in my tattoos, in fashion. Conservative in my love life," she insists to writer Laura Brown. How's that? Rihanna replies, "Well it is pretty much non-existent...when I was in love, I fell so hard. I was really, really in love. And in the blink of an eye, my whole life changed. Everything that I knew was different. I never thought I'd feel that pain again in my life. I'm afraid of feeling it again."
Millions of men (and women!) would like to help Rihanna get past the pain, but she seems to be doing fine, all on her comparative lonesome. Except--she needs a backside. "I'm losing weight, but not where I want. I want to have a body. I miss my butt. I have an idea of one, but it's not living up to its full potential right now." (Although I wouldn't know a Rihanna song if I heard one, I did see her perform recently on an awards show. Everything she had seemed to be living up to its full potential that night!) Still, a pancake in the back hasn't muted her swagger. When she leaves a restaurant with the Harper's Bazaar writer, she is faced by a swarm of voracious paparazzi. Does she flee? Is she afraid? Is she angry? Not at all. She looks at the madding crowd and shouts, "Kneel, mother****ers!" And some of them do.