There must be something in the water in Shelbyville, Indiana. Although the city, located 25 miles southeast of Indianapolis, has just 18,000 residents, it was the home to two Guinness…
From India Today
14 Sept 2008
The Indian Mujahideen, which has claimed the responsibility for the serial terror blasts in Delhi, Ahmedabad, Bangalore and Jaipur, which killed at least 130 people in a span of four months, has now threatened to carry out attacks in India’s financial capital - Mumbai.
Accusing Mumbai Police’s Anti-Terrorism Squad of harassing Muslims, the Indian Mujahideen, believed to be a front strike unit of the banned Students’ Islamic Movement of India (SIMI), said in its email that it was closely watching the ATS.
The Windsor Knot is a thick, wide and triangular tie knot that projects confidence. It would therefore be your knot of choice for presentations, job interviews, courtroom appearances etc. It is best suited for spread collar shirts and it’s actually quite easy to do.
While just about everyone can use this tie knot to tie his tie, it looks especially well on men with longer necks as its wide form shortens the perceived height of the neck a little bit.
WASHINGTON, D.C. — The National Federation of Independent Business announced its initial opposition to a proposed bailout of the Big Three automotive companies.
Claiming the proposed bailout would…
HAGERSTOWN, IN — I suppose that as a non-smoker, I should be happy that the state legislature is considering a statewide smoking ban in all enclosed public places this session. It sounds like a…
WASHINGTON, D.C. — Judge Andrew Napolitano blasts Treasury Secretary Henry Paulson for his reversal on the federal housing bailout.
INDIANAPOLIS, IN — While the Secretary of State’s race is in November of 2010, we begin now!
A strong Libertarian party is a form of free speech and free…
“War Is a Racket” was authored by Major General Smedley Butler in 1935. Butler is one of just nineteen people to have received a Medal of Honor on two separate occasions. This is Part 3 of five…
Hope
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune—without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
