Wait a tick; I'M C. Hamilton Thunderpenis. Esquire.

>> ^dystopianfuturetoday:
Issykitty and I have 2 cats, Isobel (Issykitty's avatar) and Frankie - which is short for Frankenbutt, or Dr. Franklin Butt Esquire III. There he is --->

You live with issykitty?! WOW! EVERYBODY KNOWS EVERYBODY! Well just so all of you know I'm blankfists boyfriend. (we're both males but I play the active giver role in the bedroom)

Issykitty and I have 2 cats, Isobel (Issykitty's avatar) and Frankie - which is short for Frankenbutt, or Dr. Franklin Butt Esquire III. There he is --->

I'm happy to see you finally came out of the gun cabinet, there, gunner. We all had our suspicions.

I'm Heaficus Coillcumhann Weorthmerlow Esquire the Third, but everyone just calls me Harasshole... or Heath. To make money, I work as a freelance Flash Developer. I live in Los Angeles, right now, but I'm originally from a little speck on the map called Graham, North Carolina. I just finished a film, which some of you already know about, and I'm currently showing it around trying to get some buzz behind it. I hope to someday move to Wilmington, NC and get out of LA.

I speak eighty different languages; twenty three of them dead. I have a Guiness World Record for most jumps on a pogo stick: current record is 56,381 jumps. I invented Gobots and Al Gore, so that kind of makes me the original creator of the internets, don't it? I also invented Life cereal. You're welcome. Rottenseed is my sock puppet. I buy batteries in bulk. Let's see, what else? Oh! The answer to Life, the Universe, and Everything is NOT 42. That's preposterous. It's 42.3728. Use this knowledge gingerly and sparingly.

And, lastly, when gwiz665 is around at night, I tend to dance with the devil in the pale moonlight. Just saying.

Call me *Begsington Jones, Esquire.

*promote

(Esquire magazine is like a year and a half slow on the uptake, but they featured Sam here and his quest to replace his dead red head girlfriend (ex-))
http://www.esquire.com/the-side/video/worst-dating-videos

And he has a new hilarious video talking more about his quest to replace the girl he was once in love with.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zF_4J3a7PNM&feature=user

That's better... I see they're starting to whip out the titles and the esquires and such... much more lawyerly. I shall wait in suspense to find out who they rep and what they want removed.

And yeah, do we get a prize if its one of our sifts?

http://www.esquire.com/features/iranbriefing1107

http://www.esquire.com/features/iranbriefing1107

http://www.esquire.com/features/iranbriefing1107

Here is a link to a great article about the real people in the white house and the UN who almost made open negotiations with Iran possible, until they were shut down. By the Bush administration. For the sole reason that they wanted to go to war with Iran years ago.

http://www.esquire.com/features/iranbriefing1107

This idea of Moyers of a unified, transcendent faith smacks of world religion.
Farhad2000, are you really a progressive? Do you really want more welfare, more free education, more government control of health care?
It creeps me out, man! Like lord of the rings.... One government to rule them all...

Born Billy Don Moyers (a name he would later legally change to Bill) in 1934 in Hugo, Oklahoma, this son of a laborer grew up in the town of Marshall in east Texas, near the borders of Louisiana and Arkansas. In 1948, at age 14, Moyers witnessed the visit of an imposing 6'3"-tall politician named Lyndon Johnson, who spoke without microphone to a large crowd.

"His white shirt was glinting in the sun," Moyers once told an interviewer from Esquire Magazine about the moment. "And he was literally forcing himself physically on that audience of three thousand to four thousand people…. I remember the sheer presence of the man. And I thought 'This is what power is.'"

SCMD is a major supporter of radical environmentalist organizations whose goal, as writer Michael Berliner explains, is "not clean air and clean water; rather, it is the demolition of technological/industrial civilization." At the same time, however, the Center is heavily invested in numerous corporations that it classifies as environmentally unfriendly.

That is, it exploits, as a wealth-generating vehicle, the very capitalist system which it blames for having created a host of environmental ills. The watchdog website UndueInfluence.com characterizes such an investment strategy as "using capitalist investments to destroy capitalist society."

For instance, at the very time when Moyers hosted a March 2001 program condemning the chemical industry, SCMD held large investments in chemical companies. Similarly, while Moyers has hosted programs advocating a reduction in America's dependence on foreign oil, SCMD has earned immense profits from its investments in gas and oil companies.

The Center's investment portfolio contains tens of thousands of shares in such companies as Exxon Mobil, Conoco, British Petroleum, Royal Dutch Petroleum, Ford, Keyspan Energy, Pioneer Natural Resource Company, Noble Affiliates, Royal Dutch Petroleum Company, Columbia Gas Systems, Dow Chemical, Dupont, Shell Oil, Shell Transportation and Trading, and General Motors.

I'm a teacher in Chicago (librarian, in fact... my first battle in this war was putting the first 'r' back in li-berry), and I find it most useful to subtly parrot back what they've just said (and never in a mean, mocking way). In general, I speak so well, that the 'clunkers' that come out really rattle them. They smile, sigh, and try again. Probably the most amazing connection I've discovered is how closely linked the use of profanity is to poor grammar--that if I call them on a bit of linguistic nastiness, they'll check themselves, realize that someone around them cares not only about what they're saying, but how they're saying it, and the proper grammar flows. I really think that it's all about expectations. In Behind the Color Lines, Henry Louis Gates, Jr. interviews Colin Powell, and there, surrounded by an all Black film crew, Powell lets his guard slip and starts talking 'Black'. It's apparent from the manner of presentation that his 'proper' way of speaking is NOT an act-- he, like any good warrior, becomes aware of his surroundings, and modifies his behavior to maximum effect. If he had 'kept it real' all his life, he'd have to work twice as hard for half the result.

There's a good article on this at Esquire.com: a word of warning--the title is NSFW: http://www.esquire.com/features/ESQ1206BLACKESSAY_108

Mister Rogers' Neighborhood won four Emmy awards, including one for lifetime achievement.

During the 1997 Daytime Emmys, the Lifetime Achievement Award was presented to Rogers. The following is an excerpt from Esquire Magazine's coverage of the gala, written by Tom Junod:

...Mister Rogers went onstage to accept the award -- and there, in front of all the soap opera stars and talk show sinceratrons, in front of all the jutting man-tanned jaws and jutting saltwater bosoms, he made his small bow and said into the microphone, "All of us have special ones who have loved us into being. Would you just take, along with me, one minute to think of the people who have helped you become who you are. One minute of silence."

And then he lifted his wrist, looked at the audience, looked at his watch, and said, 'I'll watch the time.' There was, at first, a small whoop from the crowd, a giddy, strangled hiccup of laughter, as people realized that he wasn't kidding, that Mister Rogers was not some convenient eunuch, but rather a man, an authority figure who actually expected them to do what he asked. And so they did. One second, two seconds, three seconds -- and now the jaws clenched, and the bosoms heaved, and the mascara ran, and the tears fell upon the beglittered gathering like rain leaking down a crystal chandelier. And Mister Rogers finally looked up from his watch and said softly, "May God be with you," to all his vanquished children.

Rogers is quoted as saying, "I got into television because I hated it so. And I thought there was some way of using this fabulous instrument to be of nurture to those who would watch and listen."
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Silvercord, thanks for giving me the embed for this.

Shamelessly stolen from wikipedia:

During the 1998 Daytime Emmys, a Lifetime Achievement Award was presented to Rogers. The following is an excerpt from Esquire Magazine's coverage of the gala, written by Tom Junod:

"...Mister Rogers went onstage to accept the award -- and there, in front of all the soap opera stars and talk show sinceratrons, in front of all the jutting man-tanned jaws and jutting saltwater bosoms, he made his small bow and said into the microphone, 'All of us have special ones who have loved us into being. Would you just take, along with me, ten seconds to think of the people who have helped you become who you are. Ten seconds of silence.'

And then he lifted his wrist, looked at the audience, looked at his watch, and said, 'I'll watch the time.' There was, at first, a small whoop from the crowd, a giddy, strangled hiccup of laughter, as people realized that he wasn't kidding, that Mister Rogers was not some convenient eunuch, but rather a man, an authority figure who actually expected them to do what he asked. And so they did. One second, two seconds, three seconds -- and now the jaws clenched, and the bosoms heaved, and the mascara ran, and the tears fell upon the beglittered gathering like rain leaking down a crystal chandelier. And Mister Rogers finally looked up from his watch and said softly, 'May God be with you.' to all his vanquished children."