The Phil Gramm Debating Society
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"Nation of Whiners Website" Launched to Consider Phil Gramm Comments
Nation of Whiners website goes public to consider Phil Gramm statements. Weigh in with your opinions, but in our opinion, whining isn't what it used to be.
New York, NY (PRWEB) July 11, 2008 -- Race Point Productions, Inc., launched a new public social website today devoted to discussing Phil Gramm's assertion that we are a nation of whiners.
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glad to be part of it. i think it's a great idea n will write as often as i can.
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Some family members once took in an injured bird. Although their efforts were valiant, the bird succumbed to its injuries and left this world both loved and cared for. When all were questioning how we could properly give our late family member a proper send-off, I courageously volunteered to bury the bird in a private spot in our small backyard. All were thankful for my wise and comforting offer of services. So, in the early afternoon hours, I laid our friend to rest and said a private farewell.
Being a generally care-free and irresponsible young adult, my gal and I decided to head out for the rest of the afternoon without telling anyone where we were going or when we'd be back. This was the same day my poor dear late mother was planning a picnic dinner with siblings, assorted family members and their associated significant others. Upon our return, just in time to sit down for dinner, my mother laid into me about how unthoughtful I was not to let her know when we would be returning, if it would be in time for dinner or why we couldn't at least help her with getting it all ready. I looked at her and said, "I figured you knew we'd be back in time to eat. And everyone else here could help you get it ready. And besides . . . I did bury the bird today."
My mother quickly forgave all unthoughtfulness. Playing the bird card was, indeed, a stroke of genius. However, my super-wise girlfriend stood there in gape-mouthed amazement as she witnessed one of the grand "poor me" manipulations set in motion by her soon-to-be husband. The only problem now is that, to this day, whenever I attempt to initiate another self-pitying whine, she is quick to shoot back, "Waa, waa, ya buried the bird today."
The good thing is, we have a house filled with animals. I'm a patient whiner, Bob.