Once upon a time there were three Billy-Goats Gruff; Little Billy-Goat, Middle-Sized Billy Goat and Great Big Billy-Goat, who lived in a field in a green valley.

They loved to eat sweet grass, but sadly their field was now brown and barren because they were greedy goats and they’d eaten every last blade of grass.

But they were still hungry.

In the distance, they could see a field that was full of lush sweet scrummy grass, but alas there was only one way to get to it – over a rickety bridge over a stream.

But under the bridge lived a terrifically terrifying terrible troll called klammeraffe – he was always hungry too. And there was nothing he liked better than to eat a nice juicy billy-goat.

The Little Billy-Goat was the first to reach the bridge. Gingerly, he put one hoof and then another onto the bridge.

But because it was so rickety, however hard he tried, his hoof still went trip trap, trip trap on the wooden planks.

Suddenly there was a huge roar.

‘Who’s that trip trapping over my bridge?’

And out from under the bridge loomed the Troll.

Quaking in his hooves, Little Billy-Goat Gruff managed to squeak, ‘It’s only me. I’m only going to look for some grass to eat.’

‘Oh no you’re not! I’m going to eat you for my breakfast, lunch and tea!’

‘Oh no!’ said terrified Little Billy-Goat Gruff. ‘I’m just Little Billy-Goat Gruff. Why don’t you wait for my brother? He’s bigger than me and much tastier.’

So the greedy Troll decided to wait and Little Billy-Goat Gruff skipped over the bridge and began to eat the fresh green grass on the other side.

The other goats saw Little Billy-Goat Gruff eating the fresh green grass and were jealous because they wanted some too.

So Middle-Sized Billy-Goat Gruff went down to the bridge and began to cross the stream.

Trip, trap, trip, trap went his middle-sized hooves. Again the Troll loomed out from under the bridge.

‘Who’s that trip trapping over my bridge?’ he roared.

Quaking in his hooves, Middle-Sized Billy-Goat Gruff managed to say in his softest voice, ‘It’s only me. I’m following my brother, Little Billy-Goat Gruff, so I can eat the sweet grass.’

‘Oh no you’re not! I’m going to eat you for breakfast, lunch and tea!’

‘Oh no, Mr Troll, you wouldn’t want to eat me. I’m not big enough to fill you up. Wait until my big brother comes along – he’s much tastier than me.’

‘Oh all right,’ said the Troll and Middle-Sized Billy-Goat Gruff scampered over the bridge and began to eat the sweet green grass with Little Billy-Goat Gruff.

Big bold Billy-Goat Gruff was jealous and couldn’t wait to get across the bridge and join his brothers.

So boldly, he put his hooves onto the bridge.

Trip, trap, trip, trap.

Suddenly the Troll loomed out from under the bridge.

‘Who’s that trip trapping over my bridge?’ he boomed.

‘It’s me. Big Billy-Goat Gruff. Who do you think you are?’

‘I’m the Troll and I’m going to eat you for breakfast, lunch and tea!’

‘Oh no, you’re not!’

‘Oh yes I am – you’ll see!’

Then the Troll rushed at Big Billy-Goat Gruff who bent his head and bravely charged at the Troll, catching him up in his horns and tossing him into the stream below.

The Troll disappeared under the rushing water, never to be seen again.

From then on, anyone could cross the bridge and enjoy the sweet green grass with the Three Billy-Goats Gruff.

It takes a big man to accept government assistance.

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What does the phrase mean to you?

Summoning people of all backgrounds to unite and take a stand against President Donald Trump’s “tyranny,” the “ultra-wealthy” and corporate greed, Johnson said, “We are going to make them pay their fair share in taxes to fund our school, to fund jobs, to fund healthcare, to fund transportation.”

“Democracy will live on because of this generation,” he proclaimed. “Are you ready to take it to the courts and to the streets?”

It was an audacious declaration from the mayor, who has risen to the top of Trump’s list of enemies as he resists the vicious immigration operations and arrival of hundreds of National Guards currently shaking Chicago.

Donald stays president.

https://craphound.com/msftdrm.txt

In DRM, the attacker is also the recipient. It’s not Alice and Bob and Carol, it’s just Alice and Bob. Alice sells Bob a DVD. She sells Bob a DVD player. The DVD has a movie on it—say, Pirates of the Caribbean—and it’s enciphered with an algorithm called CSS—Content Scrambling System. The DVD player has a CSS un-scrambler.

…

… Alice wants Bob to buy Pirates of the Caribbean from her. Bob will only buy Pirates of the Caribbean if he can descramble the CSS-encrypted VOB—video object—on his DVD player. Otherwise, the disc is only useful to Bob as a drinks-coaster. So Alice has to provide Bob—the attacker—with the key, the cipher and the ciphertext.

artists’ ideas are of the least usefulness

That’s debate. It could be your ideas are of the least usefulness. Or mine.

Some people would say art is priceless.

Hey, his name’s not “Axl Columns”
it’s “Axl Rows”

that’s one smart cat

An African swallow, maybe—but not a European swallow.

Swallow?

Yeah, ocean trees that doink near the palm you grow

Land grows from coconuts that live on trees.

Land grows from trees that live on coconuts.

Trees grow from coconuts that live on land.

Coconuts grow from trees that live on land.

A former U.S. Marine Corps colonel and combat veteran of 24 years resigned in late September, now saying he did so because of President Donald Trump and “concern for our country’s future.”

In an op-ed titled “I resigned from the military because of Trump,” published in The Washington Post on Thursday, Doug Krugman noted that “no commander in chief is perfect,” but said he nevertheless believed that previous presidents took their oaths to the Constitution seriously.

With Trump, he wrote, he no longer believes that.

Let the cat have the liquid while you eat the meat beans.