Then, all of a sudden, here I am in the Press Room in the White House and walking in with the guards, who handed me three little pieces of paper asking me to send pictures to the guards at the White House.
The sign says do not enter, no trespassing allowed. With visions of redemption I walk against the crowd.
... nobody's constitutional rights include the right to reside and do business on a battlefield. There is plenty of room elsewhere for him to exercise his rights.
Defending the government's program of forced resettlement of Japanese-Americans in World War II:
Stay away from the ropes
Four of us were ushered into a 20 foot by 20 foot bare room with 6 Army cots. An older couple who we did not know were brought in to share our room.
There is not room to swing a cat.
PRIVATE, n. A military gentleman with a field-marshal's baton in his knapsack and an impediment in his hope.
It was right after 9/11 and I decided to walk around the grounds of the Pentagon, because I had never been there. Out of nowhere comes this speeding camouflaged golf cart and this guy starts yelling at me, 'What do you think you're doing!' The guy wrote my name down and began to follow me before I got really scared and took off as fast as I could.
And the way Though discontinuous, and intermittent, sometimes Not heard of for years at a time, did, Nonetheless, move up, although, to his surprise It was inside the house, And always getting narrower.
I've never enjoyed being cooped up.
Bathrooms on the plane are so small. Where are you supposed to change a baby?
No Entry' is close to my heart.
Oh, hey. This looks promising. " We came to a stop before a high, barbwire fence with an enormous PRIVATE PROPERTY--NO UNAUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ALLOWED sign on it. The lettering was red, apparently to emphasize how serious they were. Personally, I would have added a skull and crossbones to really drive the message home.
There wasn't room to swing a cat there.