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ABC Wednesday meme. Letter Q is also for Quail. Maximum card / maxicard / dorincard from Romania: The Common Quail (Coturnix coturnix)

http://www.birdtheme.org/species/imagespage.php?spec=57&fl=C

What do YOU know about quail (not that it would be crucial for you to know anything about it)?

"The Common Quail, Coturnix coturnix, is a small bird in the pheasant family Phasianidae. 

It is widespread and is found in parts of Europe, Asia and Africa with several subspecies recognized. 

They are also bred and kept as poultry in some parts of the world both for eggs and meat."

Like others before him, ex-President Ronald Reagan famously said "READ MY LIPS!".

UPDATE: ""Read my lips: no new taxes" is a now-famous phrase spoken by then presidential candidate George H. W. Bush at the 1988 Republican National Convention as he accepted the nomination on August 18. Written by speechwriter Peggy Noonan, the line was the most prominentsound bite from the speech."

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Read_my_lips:_no_new_taxes

Now, which politician best fits THIS description?

"It is notoriously difficult to see, keeping hidden in crops, and reluctant to fly, preferring to creep away instead. Even when flushed, it keeps low and soon drops back into cover. Often the only indication of its presence is the distinctive "wet-my-lips" repetitive song of the male."

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Common_Quail

No, it's not Dan...Quayle.

Find that politician, and flush him out!

"Wet-my-lips", eh?...

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U.S.-Pakistani Relations Beyond Bin Laden | STRATFOR. Also, could this red-hot, A4 / page-size dorincard (in this case, a non-traditional maximum card) be a visual metaphor for..."something, something"?

Please read this interesting commentary by one of my favorite analysts, Dr.George Friedman of STRATFOR:
 U.S.-Pakistani Relations Beyond Bin Laden | STRATFOR

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In a seemingly unrelated story: what you think you know about a country like USA a car is a mixture of information, misinformation and...disinformation.

1959 Cadillac Eldorado

http://www.flickr.com/photos/dorincard/

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cadillac_Eldorado

Could this red-hot, A4 / page-size dorincard (in this case, a non-traditional maximum card) be a visual metaphor for..."something, something"?

At first glance, it's just a car.
The image shows not "the little red...engine...hood", but the tail-lights.

At second glance, with a metaphoric mindset, it could be much more - your mileage may vary.

La Belle Américaine might be incorporating some symbols, beknownst, or unbeknownst to you 

(who the hell invented such words?).

This classic car might "say":

- I'm red, because I'm hot...and cool, too. [ :) ]. "A thing of beauty is a joy forever"; "forever until it rusts", in my case. Unless I'm conservated, with loving care.

- I'm expensive, because I'm worth it. My Owner ("We, the People" - from the upper class of USA, that is) can afford the expenses, including gasoline. Quality is expensive, although costliness is not a quality.

- My chrome parts are shining, because I don't like dullness. It's also a message to some entities that my "Master of Metalworking" Owner could send you objects of Heavy Metal, and other variations (such as the awful Depleted Uranium), should you "ask" for it by your misdeeds.

- My tail-lights may look like suppositories, to say "You made the wrong suppositions about my Owner's lack of reaction, if you're abusing him. I'll give you the right suppositions..."

- My tail-lights may look like lipstick, because we know when lip service is necessary.
But there is a time for talking, and a time for doing.
- My tail-lights may look like missiles/rockets, because when ALL the talking is done, and the conflict IS inevitable, then compound interest might be your "undoing".
You'll be "a person of interest, hiding in a compound".


Don't enter into an intentional, vicious collision with me (head-on, broad-sided or rear-ended), coz my Owner will eventually catch you between a rocket and a hard place...or something.
Or, if smithereens is not the desired outcome, then my Owner (the American people) will send its S.E.A.L. of approval and justice will be served, with a personal touch(down).
Menu: cold cuts, and bullet entree...
Then your stash of paraphernalia, and cornucopia of actionable intelligence will be swept clean from your unassuming fortified mansion in the shadow of the Wild, Wild West Point Academy of No Return ("Stay put!", eh?).
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