When bullshit and horseshit
bring a plan of action to life, they decompose into the third leg of merdecracy--chickenshit.
My campaign office is being visited on a daily basis by Iraq war vets who can't access the help they need to get physically or mentally healthy and I am "extreme" because I actually want things to really change and choose to act on this desire and not sit around passively pretending that this horseshit
In that instant a Strand paved in horseshit
, or the abattoirs of Chicago, become the subject of the richly contrived regret for urban fremissement that so animated the Situationist International; its shade can be felt everywhere in the exhibition.
For the dealer, however, the story had the opposite, cynic-forming effect, because when he counted up the inaccuracies, tallied the stuff clearly left out, it didn't matter how many times the story went through the Sage Gardens gossip grinder or prettied itself up, because it was, essentially, in a manner of speaking, horseshit
While these phrases are almost immediately undercut (in classic Francis Phelan fashion) with the observation that they examples of the kind of "tomfool horseshit
that people destroy their heads with," they nevertheless stand to mark Francis's consciousness that a bond existed and continues to exist between him and Annie unlike any he has ever known nor will know (157).
GUJARAT crocodile tears Something is being hatched secretly.
Given all the horseshit
, there's bound to be a pony in here somewhere.
Why "pain compliance" is total horseshit
in real combat.
Of course, the Reeps were really pushing what they always push for: the upward redistribution of wealth, which, as in all previous estate tax debates, they sought to conceal under great mounds of horseshit
I mean, to me, that's just absolute horseshit
; I think they expect people to swallow horseshit
If you know anything about Siebel, you know they don't wait for customers to come to them, that's horseshit
," Lane said.
I've always thought it was horseshit
and does nobody any good.
of a salesman palmed ornamental-tomato seeds off on me.
With my pals, I would call people up on the phone and pretend that I was the emcee for a quiz program; after asking several very easy questions, I would inform the generally unsuspecting housewife that she had won a keg of horseshit
If you don't believe me about the durable appeal of this type of horseshit
, check out the ad, probably in this Sunday's Parade magazine, for the Franklin Mint-style commemorative leatherbound "classics," or take a syndicated gander at John Forsythe devising ruthless corporate strategy within the sanctum of the Carrington library.