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"At that time it really did appear as though the Establishment was looking to make an example of Keith Richards by sending him to prison, and in what was possibly Keith Moon’s only act of political solidarity he and his girlfriend Kim stood outside the court with banners appealing for so...
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Our last morning in Paris (well, CDG) we got up at 6 to be out of our pod by the deadline of 7. I had a so-so sleep. I use aCPAPmachine when I sleep, and apart from having no distilled water to use in the machine, there was no hard surface to put it on near the bed. ...
One thing we often noticed in passing was a scattering of Trump banners, many of them weathered and obviously left over from the 2020 campaign. It was a hard-fought campaign; obviously many Trump supporters out here in flyover country remained sore about the steal. Also rather obviously, ...
“is one that makes it really clear to workers that they’d better not engage in any kind of collective action.” within days of the rally in shakopee, several workers say they began to feel distinctly uncomfortable in the warehouse. one somali night-shift worker, who asked to remain ...
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white-gold fire across the miles of sunlit air, under the dark blue of the sky. There was just enough wind to make the banners that marked the racecourse snap and flutter now and then. In the silence of the broad green meadows one could hear the music winding throughout the city ...
In fear, hope, or desperation, these women left home seeking new lives. Some found opportunity; others found more uncertainty—or worse.
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