Obama Rising

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Gail Collins captures a poignant angle on the Iowa caucuses from Hillary's perspective, in what looks like a fading bid for the nomination, as Obama consolidates his position as the magic man who can bring a new politics to America, at least for Democrats to believe in.

( Collins )

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Obama Rising

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Gail Collins captures a poignant angle on the Iowa caucuses from Hillary's perspective, in what looks like a fading bid for the nomination, as Obama consolidates his position as the magic man who can bring a new politics to America, at least for Democrats to believe in.

( Collins )

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Posthumous Post from Blogger-Soldier Killed in Iraq

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This is an entry I would have preferred not to have published, but there are limits to what we can control in life, and apparently I have passed one of those limits....

What I don't want this to be is a chance for me, or anyone else, to be maudlin. I'm dead. That sucks, at least for me and my family and friends. But all the tears in the world aren't going to bring me back, so I would prefer that people remember the good things about me rather than mourning my loss. (If it turns out a specific number of tears will, in fact, bring me back to life, then by all means, break out the onions.) I had a pretty good life, as I noted above. Sure, all things being equal I would have preferred to have more time, but I have no business complaining with all the good fortune I've enjoyed in my life. So if you're up for that, put on a little 80s music (preferably vintage 1980-1984), grab a Coke and have a drink with me. If you have it, throw 'Freedom Isn't Free' from the Team America soundtrack in; if you can't laugh at that song, I think you need to lighten up a little. I'm dead, but if you're reading this, you're not, so take a moment to enjoy that happy fact.

-- Andrew Olmstead

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Posthumous Post from Blogger-Soldier Killed in Iraq

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This is an entry I would have preferred not to have published, but there are limits to what we can control in life, and apparently I have passed one of those limits....

What I don't want this to be is a chance for me, or anyone else, to be maudlin. I'm dead. That sucks, at least for me and my family and friends. But all the tears in the world aren't going to bring me back, so I would prefer that people remember the good things about me rather than mourning my loss. (If it turns out a specific number of tears will, in fact, bring me back to life, then by all means, break out the onions.) I had a pretty good life, as I noted above. Sure, all things being equal I would have preferred to have more time, but I have no business complaining with all the good fortune I've enjoyed in my life. So if you're up for that, put on a little 80s music (preferably vintage 1980-1984), grab a Coke and have a drink with me. If you have it, throw 'Freedom Isn't Free' from the Team America soundtrack in; if you can't laugh at that song, I think you need to lighten up a little. I'm dead, but if you're reading this, you're not, so take a moment to enjoy that happy fact.

-- Andrew Olmstead

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Bang Bang: Niia Bertino

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Saturday night and it's just you and me again. I got a nice little bluesy number, a little jazzy, and Niia Bertino is a sweet little jazzy number herself, another lovely songbird who knows how to play on the heartstrings. Bang bang, you're dead:

Bang Bang

Bang Bang: Niia Bertino

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Saturday night and it's just you and me again. I got a nice little bluesy number, a little jazzy, and Niia Bertino is a sweet little jazzy number herself, another lovely songbird who knows how to play on the heartstrings. Bang bang, you're dead:

Bang Bang