In a Word . . . Whataboutism

Of course. No obvious mother. He changed the subject to US interference abroad: “Put your finger anywhere on a map of the world, and everywhere you will hear complaints that American officials are interfering in internal election processes,” Putin said. Currently residing in US. Reared in Northern Ireland. The roots of whataboutism go back to the Troubles in Northern Ireland, he said. Commentators on the Troubles embraced the term “whataboutery” and frequently mentioned it in the ensuing years of strife, remarked Mr Zimmer. inaword@irishtimes.com Putin, he said, employed the tried-and-true tactic of “whataboutism” when asked about Russia meddling in American elections. Father, Sean O’Conaill. On January 30th, 1974, The Irish Times published a letter by Sean O’Conaill, a history teacher in Coleraine, Co Derry. Midwife, John Healy. He wrote of “the Whatabouts” – “people who answer every condemnation of the Provisional IRA with an argument to prove the greater immorality of the ‘enemy’.” Three days after that, in this same newspaper, John Healy picked up the theme in his Backbencher column, citing Mr O’Conaill’s letter. Now an adult of 43 in the great wheel of the world it, and its history, was discussed in the columns of the Wall Street Journal last month. It is not often that one (me!) experiences here such simple joy as detailing the history of a word begotten in this newspaper. “We have a bellyful of Whataboutery in these killing days, and the one clear fact to emerge is that people, Orange and Green, are dying as a result of it,” he wrote. Columnist Ben Zimmer used it when discussing an interview by the NBC’s Megyn Kelly with Russian President Vladimir Putin. He delved deeper. He contacted Sean O’Conaill last month who expressed some surprise that his “whatabout” had spread so far and wide since his 1974 letter to the editor. “Whataboutism” has arrived. Whataboutism. But, as to the carry-on of Messrs (indeed!) Putin and Trump, Sean O’Conaill added, “I claim no responsibility whatever for their shenanigans.” Well done Sean, now retired but still a regular contributor to this newspaper, including to its letters page. With admirable erudition Ben Zimmer explained “whataboutism is another name for the logical fallacy of tu quoque (Latin for `you also’), in which an accusation is met with a counter-accusation, pivoting away from the original criticism.” Familiar? No less.

Girl Friday

Lyrics to ‘Girl Friday’ by Capital Cities: –Intro– She’s a *(ohh)* She’s a *(yeah)* She’s a *(hah)* She’s a *(woo)* She’s a *(aha)* She’s a *(hoh)* *Boss* –Chorus– She’s my girl friday She’s my girl friday I’m her boy wednesday I’m her boy wednesday She’s my girl friday She’s my girl friday I’m her boy wednesday I’m her boy wednesday –Verse 1– **Hello?** You are the one I wanna take out on the weekend **Oh, hi!** Do not pretend you wanna end what we got going **Okay.** How about a movie? But I think I got tuesday and wednesday open.** –Pre-Chorus– She’s got things to do everyday of the week While I’m just playing hide and desperately seek I wait around the clock, but her calendar is blocked I’m a hard place And she’s a rock, she’s a rock –Chorus– She’s my girl friday She’s my girl friday I’m her boy wednesday I’m her boy wednesday She’s my girl friday She’s my girl friday *(It’s the biggest boss)* I’m her boy wednesday I’m her boy wednesday *(Yeah, I love this)* –Verse 2– *I think we fell in love outside a wingstop Put the joint out when I hopped right out the t-top You’re looking like something I could deal with Get between your thighs, maybe have that happy meal with Either way I got to put you on the calendar Take you on a tour so someone call my manager Biggest boss got my shirt off, off at coachella Biggest blunts, everybody got their own fetish So we at the concert at the frat house Drink with live music ’til we passed out Everybody rocking with the big boss Let’s roll another joint soon as class out Said this year we wanna do it bigger So you came and got the right On stage and I’m looking for the best kitties Put your middle finger up for Capital Cities* –Chorus– She’s my girl friday She’s my girl friday *(It’s the biggest event of the year)* I’m her boy wednesday *(It’s the biggest boss)* I’m her boy wednesday *(Capital Cities)* She’s my girl friday *(Put your fingers in the air)* She’s my girl friday I’m her boy wednesday *(Hold ’em up)* I’m her boy wednesday *(Woooooooo)* She’s my girl friday She’s my girl friday I’m her boy wednesday I’m her boy wednesday She’s my girl friday She’s my girl friday *(Boss)* …

Fuck Boy

Lyrics to ‘Fuck Boy’ by Trina: Six in the morning, nigga at my door I’m tryna figure out what he out that for Last time i seen him he was talking shit Found out his new girl can’t suck no dick Hit the intercom I ain’t let him in Pussy nigga lucky I ain’t fuck his friends Prolly thought at bitch, Would be down and out Till he seen my riding round in that chromed out Benz South Beach nigga you ain’t bout that life You cross that bridge they taking all the ice You don’t want no problems with them boys from the bottom Strip your ass butt naked and hit the turn pike You’s a fuck boy, fuck boy My bitch been said it That’s why I should’ve let your best friend get it We went on trips you bought Chanel But money ain’t shit when you soft as hell Cause you’s a fuck boy, fuck boy My momma even said it Got a new nigga I ain’t even gotta sweat it You still gon talk and that’s a got damn shame But a hoe gon be a hoe and a lame gon be a lame FUCK BOY You never heard me asking niggas for shit You be on the gram asking niggas for pics Can’t believe I let you waste all my time Now this fuck boy on my voicemail crying Running round town with your bum ass hoe But I’m the blueprint that’s why you at my door She my number one fan that’s what makes it sweet Bitch’ll do anything for a fucking retweet South Beach nigga you ain’t bout that life You cross that bridge they taking all that ice You don’t want no problems with the boys from the bottom Strip your ass butt naked and hit the turn pike You’s a fuck boy, fuck boy My bitch been said it That’s why I shoulda let your best friend get it We went on trips you bought Chanel But money ain’t shit when you soft as hell Cause you’s a fuck boy, fuck boy My momma even said it Got a new nigga I ain’t even gotta sweat it You still gon talk and that’s a got damn shame But a hoe gon be a hoe and a lame gon be a lame FUCK BOY South Beach nigga you ain’t bout that life …

Damn

Jumpin’ up and down just to fit it in your jeans, girl I see what you lookin’ at when you be in the mirror, shawty Ass on “What the fuck I got up in them jeans, boy?” Goddamn, how the fuck it’s bustin’ out the seams, boy? Jumpin’ up and down just to fit it in your jeans, girl I see what you lookin’ at when you be in the mirror, shawty Ass on “What the fuck I got up in them jeans, boy?” Goddamn, how the fuck it’s bustin’ out the seams, boy? Black label like I’m BMI 50 thousand just so she can fly Then I’m hoppin’ off a jet On my celly, no R. –Hook: Tory Lanez + Trina– Ass on “What the fuck you got up in them jeans, girl?” Goddamn, how the fuck it’s bustin’ out the seams, girl? Oh my gosh, you can see it’s I! Jumpin’ up and down just to fit it in my jeans, boy You see what I’m lookin’ at when I be in the mirror, shawty Tell them bitches that it’s D or die Ghetto booty, still chicken wings and seasoned fries Too much clinking, she can’t see, she blind Motherfucker, can you see me now? Lyrics to ‘Damn’ by Trina: –Intro: Tory Lanez– Mhm This why you love me, baby Fargo I swear, as soon as she walked out I seen it, I was like look… Uh, wait, okay –Hook: Tory Lanez + Trina– Ass on “What the fuck you got up in them jeans, girl?” Goddamn, how the fuck it’s bustin’ out the seams, girl? Jumpin’ up and down just to fit it in my jeans, boy You see what I’m lookin’ at when I be in the mirror, shawty –Verse 1: Tory Lanez– She a fuckin’ stunna 100 percenter, ain’t no one can front ‘Cause horty, you be doin’ somethin’ to me in that Yves when it’s all-blue Like it when you got it on and love it when it’s on you Yeah, and you know this shit for you, yeah Split it, flip it, get ’em corners, hit it with you, yeah You was who I was gon’ bring all this shit to, yeah And you knew I was gon’ give this shit to you, so baby, yeah G4 pilot, flyin’ private in the Lear I been on an island, shorty, wildin’ over here Ma, …

Transition

It don’t matter at all, no ladder to fall You either the bat or the ball Through the heart of it all, true heart of it all Sipping on this liquor, tryna hit this lick up And when it’s done, I make the pick up, kick up more dust Word on the street’s the shit had to be us Now they wanna see us, so we LBC ya I take off the [?] and I spin it on my rear Yeah motherfucker, we up Shoe box money with two Glocks on me In case y’all put the motherfucking pigs on me The little homie with the shit, homie Tiny cous’, big cous’ look stoney All he ever wanted was the money, but we’ll take it all And we never hesitate to break it off So cold on the pole, baby shake it off Shake it off, shake it off (shake it, shake it) Yeah, shake it off, shake it off (take it off) I see you get money, more dollars No money, no pussy, no habla (no habla Ingles) I see you get money, more dollars (money, money, money, money) No money, no pussy, no habla (no habla Ingles) Yeah So when you see a nigga sitting up in a ace of diamonds Or you may see me [?] Wherever you see me at, you gotta know and understand It’s not a trick, it may be a lick Haha, yeah nigga See, you want the honey All we want is the money Believe that Gangsta (my nigga we so motherfucking) Gangsta (my nigga we so motherfucking) Gangsta (my nigga we so motherfucking) Gangsta (my nigga we so motherfucking) Gangsta –Outro: The Notorious B.I.G.– It’s really just making a transition of being a street hustler nigga to like a [?] star Lyrics to ‘Transition’ by Snoop Dogg: –Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.– It’s really just making a transition of being a street hustler nigga to like a [?] star Jahlil Beats, holla at me –Verse: Snoop Dogg– Me and my homeboys walked up in the strip club 37 deep, Long Beach, 20 crip, cous’ I could really give a fuck about a bitch, cous’ We in this motherfucker tryna hit a lick, cous’ Pouring drinks in a bitch face, tryna pop a bottle with a model I bought a whole case Glasses up, asses up They paying homage to a nigga like …

8ball & Mjg – Just Like Candy Lyrics

8BALL & MJGJust Like Candy Lyrics (Chorus) Just like candy (candy) Just like candy Its the same feeling (looks good to me) [MJG] I’m creepin low in a flip, flop drop Top Stang, leanin to the left, gold dadens on them thang I’m the MJG, pimp tight Put it to the floor, 5-0 swang a right In a pina, butta, guts is a must Drivin in the shop, take a mile, grab em up Paint a ten clear coats, to make it shine Make me circle through the neighborhood 55 times With my gas tank full, drank a boor Fall up in the park after dark try to pull Me a young, stout woman, sumpin pretty Nice round hills, with them wear shaped titties As the sun goes down, I’m gettin dirty Fall up and press a word get cleaned in a hurry In my 77 Chevy, ass tight Pull off cuttin rubber, disappearin in the night (Chorus) Just like candy (candy) Just like candy Its the same feeling (looks good to me) [Eightball] 10 o’clock in the morning, his A got up Chief and Haywood some Kool-Aid in my favorite cup Comb my hair, get my grill right so I can feel tight Havin starch in my jeans and a fresh pair of Nikes As I strike, out the door, to my superb Parked by the curb, candy coated bird The sun got my candy lookin good enough to eat You can tell by the way the girls act across the street Hit the horn, but no stallin, keep ballin 4 o’clock sunday, I gotta hit the mall and Fall in full of them green trees Hurry up so I can catch Martin Luther King Fools all in the way with that econo-spray Need to take a few classes, learn about Manassas Pressure got me beamed, I’m talkin on the phone Tellin Penny that’s the way to do it, baby represent ya home (Chorus) Just like candy (candy) Just like candy (It takes over me) Its the same feeling (looks good to me) [MJG] Mechanical to pain will bring flavors to your mind And in the summertime we got the whole block blind Some busta in a primed out Pinto poppin game Lying sayin he goin get the same thang If you ain’t ridin wood, and leather, your ride ain’t hittin A plane dash for a crush, forever got …

Gwar – The Bonus Plan Lyrics

GWARThe Bonus Plan Lyrics Tabarnac Ma Petite Crack J’ai vu Toi Tu sens bien Je Ment Vien Pret de Toi Pour Te Sentire Pret De Moi Ma te Mord Ta Clavicule Ma te Mord Ta Clavicule Roullante Ma gang De Morte on sans collise Ma te Mord Ta Clavicule Ma te Mord Ta Clavicule Tes Amis Vont Cherchez loin Moi pi ma gang on ve te punire Ta Tete sur Les mure du bus On n’a tapez du code moris

Stan Bush – Your Time Lyrics

STAN BUSHYour Time Lyrics You’ve waited your whole life Giving all you have inside But this one chance to realize your dream Believing in yourself ‘Cause you see there’s no one else No, you can’t stop this feeling That it’s your destiny Giving it your all Whether you stand or fall Is there in your heart, oh Gotta hold on, just be strong If you want to reach for something higher Something worth fighting for, yeah There’s a moment in your life When your star begins to shine This will be your time When they tried to pull you down Victory’s the only sound You hear it in the strength you found within When it seems you just can’t give any more Remember what you came here for Way down in your soul You know you’re gonna find the will to win Run like the eagle flies Feeding the fire in your eyes Let it begin, yeah Gotta hold on, just be strong If you want to reach for something higher Something worth fighting for, yeah There’s a moment in your life When your star begins to shine This will be your time In your search for truth you’ll find The questions, they go on and on and You’ll never lose your way When you know who you are And when the final hour has come You’re on the rise, you’ve just begun You’re always giving it your best Never dreamed you’d go this far Gotta hold on, just be strong If you want to reach for something higher Something worth fighting for, yeah There’s a moment in your life When your star begins to shine This will be your time This will be your time This will be your time

Pascal Obispo – Tu Compliques Tout Lyrics

Si tu compliques tout Chaque fois que je ne suis plus loin Toi tu t’éloignes de nous Tu compliques tout L’ennui c’est l’impression Qu’tu disparais pour de bon Et ça me rend fou Tu glisses et je me noie Entre mes doigts je broie, oh, oh Mon amour quelques fois Je te touche des yeux Y’a qu’dans mes rêves que je te sens mieux Evanescente, ton omniprésente Indifférence, c’est ta différence Et ma défaillance plus qu’indescente Si renversante, mais comment faire? Tu compliques tout Même si tu n’y es pour rien Tu es absente malgré tout Je peux t’expliquer tout Chaque fois j’ai l’impression Qu’tu disparais pour de bon Et ça me rend fou. PASCAL OBISPOTu Compliques Tout Lyrics Quatre murs qui ruissellent Je brûle et je sommeille, oh , oh Ton absence a tendance A prendre de l’importance C’est clair, quand j’y pense Evanescente, ça te ressemble La différence, c’est ton indifférence L’evanescence que je ressens Me descend le coeur Mais comment faire?

One word – Deadly Zoo lyrics

Lyrics Deadly Zoo – One word Somebody call the fire marshal I’m gonna send this place on fire Why I let them into my heart This man is such a liar.(one word) And if he says one word, one wooord I’m gonna set this place on fire And if he says one wooord, one wooord I’m gonna set this place on fire Somebody call the fire marshal They gonna wanna set this place on fire Versuri-lyrics.info You know she let me into her heart And now she thinks that I’m a liar And if I say one wooord, one wooord They all gonna set this place on fire And if I say one wooord, one wooord She’s gonna set the place on fireee. Deadly Zoo lyrics Video word