Saw this graphic somewhere and got to thinking about the "fake news". Not because I believe in what Trump calls the "fake news". No I was thinking how appropriate the graphic always is on any day. And it is because of all the yellow ink that Trump generates.
Information is not knowledge. Knowledge is not wisdom. Wisdom is not truth. Truth is not beauty. Beauty is not love. Love is not music. Music is THE BEST. - F.Z.
I'm about to go speak to the crowd here in Chicago, but I wanted to thank you first.
I want you to know that this wasn't fate, and it wasn't an accident. You made this happen.
You organized yourselves block by block. You took ownership of this campaign five and ten dollars at a time. And when it wasn't easy, you pressed forward.
I will spend the rest of my presidency honoring your support, and doing what I can to finish what we started.
John Hughes - was the man who defined Chicago for me while I lived there.
February 18, 1950 - August 6, 2009
I'm about to head to Grant Park to talk to everyone gathered there, but I wanted to write to you first.
We just made history.
And I don't want you to forget how we did it.
You made history every single day during this campaign -- every day you knocked on doors, made a donation, or talked to your family, friends, and neighbors about why you believe it's time for change.
George Carlin - comedian who also spoke for a generation.
May 12, 1937 - June 22, 2008
Part four in a series. Part three is here.
Here's a new twist I found on customer service. A certain satellite television provide advertises on their web site that they have "Better Customer Service for All" and on their contact page it says "Superior Customer Service". So can you guess what it is like to call them?
Maybe God was punishing me last Friday. It wasn't Friday the 13th. At least not on any calendars with which I'm familiar. And I don't think I've offended any witch doctors or voodoo queens. Sometimes I think that when I have extra cash, my house or my car can smell it. Still that doesn't explain everything that went south.
As an entrepreneur I learned to hate these words. But I never thought I'd hear them in my home from my kids. Yet my son said this the other day when asked to do something. Apparently what I asked him to do was something his sister usually does ergo it wasn't his job.