Mr. Trump, I've found, will welcome evangelicals to the White House, as long as we wear MAGA hats and say things like, "Jesus thinks you're hot".
"As as long as we wear the armband before entering the DMZ, no matter how armed we are, we are nothing but the 'armed police' not the armed 'military' force".
"As we wear out our wives, who are running around taking care of the kids, we know we're going to have to get another younger wife, so we stay good-looking".
Deeply ambivalent about his white readers' preference for what he called "a jingle in a broken tongue," Dunbar wrote a great deal of verse in standard diction and form, including a handful of lyrics, such as "We Wear the Mask," "Sympathy," and "The Haunted Oak," that testify candidly and movingly to his frustrated aspirations as a black poet in a white supremacist era.
Assuming that we really are evolving as we wear or inhabit more technological prosthetics like ever-smarter phones, helpful glasses, and brainy cars—here's the big question: Will that type of evolution take us in desirable directions, as we usually assume biological evolution does?
Even unhappy passions such as longing, pain, guilt, fear and mourning, have enormous value for us, for "so long as we wear the infirmity of this life, we are rather worse men than better if we have none of these emotions at all" (City of God 14. 9).
This is probably the most important element for entrepreneurs as we wear so many hats and have so many urgent projects that call for our attention.
Or, perhaps we work in a setting where pretty much anything goes as far as what we wear and even what we talk about.
For sentences were sculptural, were we the only ones who understood? Sentences were bodies, too, as horny as the flesh-envelopes we wore around the house all day.
The hangovers were stupendous, but, like combat veterans, we wore them as badges of honor.
