Well, fair enough on the source. I just always viewed the sift as more left leaning and the brand of "lets point and laugh at some random young person" video beneath the general user base. Maybe I've got rose tinted glasses.

And Twitchy is a right wing website known for directing massive amounts of users at individuals online. This article covers it. http://www.cosmopolitan.com/politics/news/a45085/twitchy-harassment/

I wanna see the 2015 Corolla in a head on with a 1951 Lincoln Cosmopolitan.

Why does it have to be vegan propaganda? I am not deterred from eating pork. Parasites are a fact of life and if anything, they're added protein. Just cook your pork thoroughly. @legacy0100 @BoneRemake

I find it to be an interesting experiment that I've carried out on my own, for science of course. I've even eaten that pork. Coke makes a surprisingly good glaze for pork products. Put it on your next roasted ham.

I first encountered this while working at an organic grocery and even organic, free range chops had the same result.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trichinella_spiralis

"Muscle biopsy is used for trichinosis detection." Seems to indicate that they can be pervasive in the muscles, which is the part that we eat. Wikipedia even describes Trichinella spiralis as cosmopolitan in distribution. How fancy!

>> ^Kofi:

Federal Gov = evil ... Local Government = magically impervious to fault. If we had a cosmopolitan global government I am sure he'd be advocating for national government.
Ron Paul totally lost me in this interview. So many leaps in logic that his whole philosophy is incoherent. Shame really. Only honest guy in the whole lot.


Isn't honesty enough? I mean if/when we vote for the liar, aren't we *promoting the actual lies? And when we vote for the liars, isn't it true that we aren't voting for a platform, since the platform is an illusion?

That's why I vote the way I do, I promote truth over incompetence.

Federal Gov = evil ... Local Government = magically impervious to fault. If we had a cosmopolitan global government I am sure he'd be advocating for national government.

Ron Paul totally lost me in this interview. So many leaps in logic that his whole philosophy is incoherent. Shame really. Only honest guy in the whole lot.

>> ^ponceleon:
>> ^peggedbea:
i dont usually go for martinis
however, once at a super hip sushi bar downtown they had a list of signature martinis. i had to order one called "donkey punch" just because i really really needed to tell the waiter that i needed him to give me a donkeypunch.
it tasted like blue cottoncandy. blech.

That's my point... a martini shouldn't taste like candy it should taste dirty... like an olive.

I prefer the term "earthy" over "dirty"

on a related note, I drink cosmopolitans and watch "Sex in the City"

yeah don't worry dude i am not criticising, and yes american is definitely not a race, especially if you are going to say a race is defined by a consistent skin colour, white, black or asian...
it just gets more tricky when you start trying to include other things like "hispanic" as a race... i recommend the christopher walken speech in true romance
and don't get a lithuanian started on "balto-slavic".

anyway it's only really a problem if you start saying one race is better than another. except we all know black guys are good at running...

In reply to this comment by SaNdMaN:
Well, yes, it depends on the context of course. In some ways I consider myself a Russian and in some ways an American. But the fact remains that those aren't races, which is what our argument was about. My race is white or caucasian.

In reply to this comment by MINK:
Well it's funny because you are calling yourself Russian but not living in Russia, which was kind of my point.

It's a personal thing what you call yourself in this mixed up global community, i just find it interesting.

When people ask me where I am from, I say something like "vilnius, born in UK".
When people ask me if i am english I say something like "I am a vilniusian but i have a british passport".

I find it easier to tie my identity to the historically cosmopolitan city of vilnius, not the nation of lithuania (which is a joke) or the nation of the UK (which is also a joke and I really would rather not be associated with it too much). I have lived in Vilnius for 5 years so, i am british by birth only, english by language only. If you wanna invade Vilnius, I might consider defending it. If you wanna invade the UK, be my freaking guest.

Hope that's at least a little bit interesting



In reply to this comment by SaNdMaN:
Um, I guess you could say that. Why is that so hilarious though?

In reply to this comment by MINK:
Hahahahahaha classic
so you're a bloody yank!



In reply to this comment by SaNdMaN:
Oh, I'm in the US. Since '94. Moved from Moscow when I was 12.

In reply to this comment by MINK:

Anyway, where in Russia are you? I still haven't visited... but I would love to go make some music over there...

Well, yes, it depends on the context of course. In some ways I consider myself a Russian and in some ways an American. But the fact remains that those aren't races, which is what our argument was about. My race is white or caucasian.

In reply to this comment by MINK:
Well it's funny because you are calling yourself Russian but not living in Russia, which was kind of my point.

It's a personal thing what you call yourself in this mixed up global community, i just find it interesting.

When people ask me where I am from, I say something like "vilnius, born in UK".
When people ask me if i am english I say something like "I am a vilniusian but i have a british passport".

I find it easier to tie my identity to the historically cosmopolitan city of vilnius, not the nation of lithuania (which is a joke) or the nation of the UK (which is also a joke and I really would rather not be associated with it too much). I have lived in Vilnius for 5 years so, i am british by birth only, english by language only. If you wanna invade Vilnius, I might consider defending it. If you wanna invade the UK, be my freaking guest.

Hope that's at least a little bit interesting



In reply to this comment by SaNdMaN:
Um, I guess you could say that. Why is that so hilarious though?

In reply to this comment by MINK:
Hahahahahaha classic
so you're a bloody yank!



In reply to this comment by SaNdMaN:
Oh, I'm in the US. Since '94. Moved from Moscow when I was 12.

In reply to this comment by MINK:

Anyway, where in Russia are you? I still haven't visited... but I would love to go make some music over there...

Well it's funny because you are calling yourself Russian but not living in Russia, which was kind of my point.

It's a personal thing what you call yourself in this mixed up global community, i just find it interesting.

When people ask me where I am from, I say something like "vilnius, born in UK".
When people ask me if i am english I say something like "I am a vilniusian but i have a british passport".

I find it easier to tie my identity to the historically cosmopolitan city of vilnius, not the nation of lithuania (which is a joke) or the nation of the UK (which is also a joke and I really would rather not be associated with it too much). I have lived in Vilnius for 5 years so, i am british by birth only, english by language only. If you wanna invade Vilnius, I might consider defending it. If you wanna invade the UK, be my freaking guest.

Hope that's at least a little bit interesting



In reply to this comment by SaNdMaN:
Um, I guess you could say that. Why is that so hilarious though?

In reply to this comment by MINK:
Hahahahahaha classic
so you're a bloody yank!



In reply to this comment by SaNdMaN:
Oh, I'm in the US. Since '94. Moved from Moscow when I was 12.

In reply to this comment by MINK:

Anyway, where in Russia are you? I still haven't visited... but I would love to go make some music over there...

insular and provincial, the opposite of cosmopolitan.

Doc Holliday (1851-1887)

DocJohn Henry Holliday was born in Georgia in 1851. An educated man, John learned mathematics, the sciences, and earned a degree in dentistry (hence his nickname, “Doc”). He disliked the teeth trade, preferring to spend his time playing poker, and after being diagnosed with tuberculosis, he went west to partake of the dry climate.

Despite his genteel upbringing, what Doc really liked to do was have a good time. His idea of a good time involved gambling on cards, drinking whiskey, and enjoying the attentions of a lady or two. A really good time featured all three at once. It has been said that he drank three quarts of whiskey on an average day, and when he got serious about the job, could kill five or six.

Together with his occasional paramour, “Big Nose” Kate Elder, Holliday went on a violent, lucrative, and whiskey-soaked spree through the territories. He tended to leave town under threat of arrest or one step ahead of a posse, and at one time was wanted for various crimes in Kansas, Texas, Missouri and Arizona. He holed up for a time in Tombstone, Arizona, arriving shortly before the Earp brothers, with whom he became embroiled in the animosity which led to the gunfight at the OK Corral.

His TB worsened, causing him to regularly cough up blood. Strong whiskey seemed to stem the hacking, so Doc drank from dawn to dusk. He checked into a hospital for consumptives in Glenwood Springs, Colorado, where, as a wealthy man, he bribed nurses to bring him his self-prescribed medicine. Otherwise, he remained a model patient until he died. He was 36 years old.

Big Nose Kate (1850-1940)

Known at various times as Kate Fisher, Kate Elder, or Kate Cummings, Mary Katherine Haroney was born in Budapest, Hungary, the oldest child of a wealthy physician. Her father moved to Mexico in 1862 to act as the personal physician for Emperor Maximilian I. In 1865, when the Mexican government imploded, the Haroney family relocated to Davenport, Iowa, where Dr. and Mrs. Haroney managed to die within the year, leaving Kate an orphan.

The intervening years are a blur, but by 1874 Kate was living in Dodge City, Kansas, where she sold her charms in a brothel owned by Nellie Earp, wife of James Earp, the less famous older brother of Virgil, Morgan and Wyatt. While living in Dodge, Kate met Doc Holliday, who would be part of her life for many years.

Kate could match Doc drink for drink, and her temper was, if anything, even more volatile than his. She carried a derringer in an ankle holster, and when crossed, could curse a trailhand back into church. After she’d had a few, her verbal tirades took on a cosmopolitan flavor as she assaulted her opponents in a hair-raising potpourri of Hungarian, French and English. Many times, sadly, when Kate slipped into banshee-mode, her target was Doc Holliday.

They were quite the couple. The phrase “love birds” can share space in the same sentence as the words “Doc” and “Kate” only as a means of defining what they absolutely were not. We’ve all had friends like Holliday and Big Nose (hopefully without the shootings and stabbings), or witnessed their like. You know, they start the night acting like Siamese twins attached at the lips, drinking and dancing without a care in the world, then, for reasons even they probably don’t understand, they spend the next few hours auditioning for the Springer show—yelling, chasing, crying, slapping, pouting—until, just at the very apogee of ugliness, they make up and sneak off to screw in the laundry room. Such was the daily reality of Kate’s relationship with Doc Holliday.

Kate’s epic drinking habits once got her and Holliday in a whole hill of trouble. They had been fighting and Kate, in a cloud of rage, went to a saloon, where she encountered Tombstone sheriff Johnny Behan. He was sitting with members of the feared outlaw gang, the Cowboys, lead by a rancid little psycho called Curley Bill Brocious and his frequent partner in crime, the gunman Johnny Ringo. (At a saloon in Prescott, Arizona, Ringo, a specialist at shooting unarmed men, offered to buy a man a whiskey, but when the man ordered a beer instead, Ringo shot him dead.)

The Cowboys were involved in a feud with the Earp brothers and Doc Holliday, a feud that Sheriff Behan encouraged because he was a weasel and felt threatened by the Earps’ influence in “his” town. When Kate thundered into the saloon, the boys saw an opportunity. Someone, surely one or more of the Cowboys, had recently robbed a Wells-Fargo wagon and murdered the driver. The Cowboys and Behan bought Kate as much whiskey as she could drink and persuaded her to swear that it was Doc Holliday who had done the deed, which she did right on the spot.

Kate recanted after she sobered up. Doc forgave her, and their relationship continued along its usual tempestuous course until Doc finally became so ill he required hospitalization. They never saw each other again, and Kate returned to Arizona, where she lived well into her 90s.

The building that was once the Grand Hotel in Tombstone is, today, Big Nose Kate’s Saloon. Numerous visitors have claimed that Kate’s ghost haunts its back rooms and corridors. Big Nose Kate was a hellion in life, a free spirit, an ass kicker and a name taker, so her lingering spirit is likely one spitfire of a spook.
-Modern Drunkard

Let's think of other things that start with "C"!

a "confederacy"!

a "camel"!

a "confection"!

a "catatonic cosmopolitan catastrophe"!

I learned my vocabulary from Sesame Street! Yay me!

Have always wondered what it would be like to be in a similar field of endeavor-task-oriented, a single goal in mind, working day and night focused diligently on one project, one set of repeated actions.....the distractions and cares of the world non-existent while pushing forward into uncharted territory...surrounded by others with tasks similar to mine, all of us dedicated to reaching new horizons in our chosen disciplines.......But insects don't live that long, and DocM's here so folks like me can chase poontang and gamble.

Don't let the lack of action on yer moment here in the spotlight get ya down Doc, there are others here on the sift as uni-dimensional as yerself....It's hard to roast a cabbage y', gotta add so much flavor to it-like being on a desert island....("Will I eat fish and coconut, or fish and seaweed today???)

Speakin' a fish-glad to know you got yerself' a couple of fellas that you hang out with regularly that share similar interests and diversions...
Rob Roys and Starbucks eh??? Was it that girl you stalk that inspired you to be so......cosmopolitan???

" Sadly, you just can't do biology without animals."....Spoken like a true Onanist. If you took an ultraviolet light over to DocM's pad and dropped some good LSD, his bedroom would look like the stage backdrop at a Jefferson Airplane concert....

when he first got here, his first published post renewed my faith in cartoons being able to explain the obvious-I learned most of what I know from animated explanations of simple phenomenon as well-Now that we are clear on exactly what happened on 9-11...thanks for clearing that up for everyone.....

Yer a great sport DocM, man may the rest of your roast be good for you as well...Afterwards, you might ask Rosy Palm if it was good for her and her five sisters, too....

rgroom1, you did yourself in with your own definition of moron. It is "mental age" like you said, not physical age like you later said. Plus any twelve year old can read the bible and find scary things to mark with a highlighter. But either way Dr. K is not a moron because he is a manipulative shyster. A moron can’t do that.

It funny that you mention Chinese Christians because in China the philosophy of Christianity is completely different than it is here. As a majority, they view Christianity as Westerners view Buddhism. It’s more about a strange mysticism. Buddhism seems new and interesting to Westerners, but to the Chinese, it the same old bag; that’s why they turn to Christianity. So, as vapid as it sounds, it sounds kind of sheik to call yourself a Christian in China. It’s kind of like how here in the late 90’s it was cool to say you were a Taoist, or that you voted for the green party.

Also, yes, some religions and types of mediation, such as Falun Dafa, are punishable in China, but Christianity certainly is not one of them. It is encouraged because they believe it makes them seems more western cosmopolitan, therefore easier to do business with.

First answer, "because we feel nothing but pity for Montreal after the raw deal they got from the separatists".

Second answer, "because provincialism never dies, just ask Paris."



BTW, Abel, here's a telling response - it's not just "one of it's cities" - it's the largest most successful and cosmopolitan city in the country."

Same way how small town folk are afraid of places like NYC.

Torontonians visit NYC and go, "yeah, it's all super dense and that's cool", but it's basically home on steroids with less trees.