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- A short-sleeved casual top, generally made of cotton, having the shape of a T when spread out flat
- (T Shirt (album)) T Shirt is a 1976 album by Loudon Wainwright III. Unlike his earlier records, this (and the subsequent 'Final Exam') saw Wainwright adopt a full blown rock band (Slowtrain) - though there are acoustic songs on T-Shirt, including a talking blues.
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- Barack Hussein Obama II (; born August 4, 1961) is the 44th and current President of the United States. He is the first African American to hold the office.
- A surname from the African language Luo
- Barack (1961–), 44th president of the US, since 2009; full name Barack Hussein Obama. A Democrat, he is the first African American to be elected to the presidency. Nobel Peace Prize (2009)
- Obama is a surname.
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Matthew Bannon, a poor art student living in New York City, finds a duffel bag filled with diamonds during a chaotic attack at Grand Central Station. Plans for a worry-free life with his gorgeous girlfriend Katherine fill his thoughts--until he realizes that he is being hunted, and that whoever is after him won't stop until they have reclaimed the diamonds and exacted their revenge.
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Staff Sgt. Sal Giunta receives Medal of Honor in White House ceremony Nov. 16, 2010
1st Platoon, Company B, 2nd Battalion, 503rd Infantry Regiment, 173rd Airborne Brigade Combat Team Soldiers sport "Bring the Things to the Place" T-shirts at Fire Base Vegas, Korengal Valley, Afghanistan. Then-Spc. Sal Giunta is first on left of front row. U.S. Army photo President Barack Obama presented the Medal of Honor for conspicuous gallantry to Staff Sgt. Salvatore Giunta, U.S. Army, in a ceremony held in the East Room of the White House Nov. 16, 2010 — the first living service member from the Iraq or Afghanistan wars to receive it. When enemy forces in Afghanistan’s Korengal Valley ambushed then-Spc. Giunta’s platoon on the evening of Oct. 25, 2007, the infantry team leader braved heavy enemy fire to rescue fellow paratroopers. Giunta, of Company B, 2nd Battalion, 503rd Infantry Regiment, 173rd Airborne Brigade Combat Team, will be awarded the Medal of Honor, the U.S. military’s highest award for valor under fire. The Hiawatha, Iowa-native is the first living service member to earn the award since Vietnam. The medal will be presented in a ceremony at a date and time still to be determined. A 2003 graduate of Cedar Rapids Kennedy High School, Giunta has served two tours of Afghanistan. Now a staff sergeant serving in Vicenza, Italy, Giunta of Hiawatha, Iowa, knew of the nomination several months ago, but the announcement still came as a shock. “This is a great honor, but it is not mine to take sole ownership of. I only did the next thing that needed to be done, and I was only able to do that because all of the men around me had the rest taken care of. It’s hard to take credit for simply taking the next step when so many steps had already been taken by everyone else,” Giunta said. Not a day goes by that Giunta, now a staff sergeant serving at Vicenza’s Caserma Ederle, does not recall what he and fellow paratroopers faced that evening. The first platoon of Company B – known to 173rd paratroopers as “Battle Company” – were heading back to their base camp in Afghanistan’s Korengal Valley following a long day watching over fellow paratroopers in an Afghan village. It was the final day of Operation Rock Avalanche. Throughout the day, enemy radio intercepts spoke of an impending attack. Evening was approaching as Giunta’s platoon stretched in to a snaking file down the spur to the Korengal outpost. Roughly thirty paces separated each paratrooper as the moved out. Sgt. Joshua Brennan, a 22-year-old team leader from Ontario, Ore., on his second tour in Afghanistan, was up front. Behind Brennan, manning an M249 squad automatic weapon, was Spc. Frank Eckrode then squad leader, Staff Sgt. Erick Gallardo, 24, Chula Vista, Calif. AH-64 Apache helicopters chopped the moonlit evening above as the platoon made their way down goat trails. Giunta, who carried an M-4 assault rifle was just behind with his team. Pfc. Kaleb Casey carried his M249 squad automatic weapon, followed by Pfc. Garrett Clary with an M203, a 5.56 mm rifle combined with a 40 millimeter grenade launcher. Along their path, more than a dozen enemy fighters waited, readying their Russian-style rocket propelled grenades, PKM 7.62 mm heavy machine guns, and Kalishnikov rifles. They had set up an L-shape, with an RPG and PKM at the apex of the formation. As Brennan walked just 30 feet from their over watch position, the enemy open fired. An enemy RPG exploded, followed by a burst of machine gun fire. Brennan fell to the ground. Machine guns fired at the platoon’s flank. Eckrode was hit. He dropped to the ground, returned fire and tried to find cover. Gallardo tried to run forward, but was met with RPG explosions and sustained machine gun fire. He returned fire and started back to Giunta’s position, falling into a ditch as an AK-47 round struck his helmet. Giunta jumped up, exposing himself to deadly fire, to assist his squad leader. Giunta ran just a few steps when two enemy AK-47 rounds struck his body. The first shot hit the body armor on Giunta’s chest, the second hit over his left shoulder, striking a disposable rocket launcher strapped to his rucksack. But Giunta kept going, reaching Gallardo and dragging him back to where Giunta’s fire team had begun fighting back. Gallardo got Giunta’s team online and the four paratroopers began bounding through withering enemy fire to rescue Eckrode and Brennan. Dropping for cover, they prepared fragmentation grenades to throw at the enemy to cover their next move. Casey continued to fire his machine gun at enemy muzzle flashes, less than a half city block away. Gallardo counted to three and the team hurled grenades toward enemy positions. Once they heard the explosions, they moved closer to their wounded comrades. Eckrode called out. He was wounded, but still trying to fight. Gallardo started first aid on Eckrode while Casey, who found a bullet hole in his uniform, scanned for enemy targets. Giunta and Clary kept running toward where Brennan fell, only to find two en
Rally Anyone? Let's put this whole thing into perspective, shall we? Obama received more votes last night than any person running for President ever. Period. End of story. I attended the rally last night in Grant Park and it really felt like something out of the 60's but with more resolve and certainly a lot more smiles going around. Last night was everything it was built up to be in my mind and more. A huge crowd gathered, the jumbotrons were glowing, people were festive, and the world seemed to rejoice. The mood around Chicago last night was as happy and joyous as I have ever seen it. A field of people gathering in celebration. Everyone had a smile, everyone was happy and dancing in the streets, and everyone seemed to sense the historic significance of this man's journey for President. The feeling from that rally last night was something taken out of history books that describe the old era. The calming elation that swept over the crowd as the announcement went out that he was to be our next President is something that no music venue, no halftime show, and something no television commentator could capture with a camera or a description. It was sincerely a one of a kind event. On my way back home this morning I was listening to various right wing radio pundits who declared their disappointment and their unease, but the thing that struck me as the most idiotic was the declaration that racism in America was now dead. Excuse me? As republicans bark and roll over who've they coined as the socialist overload how dare they even remotely declare that racism is dead in this country. We're not even a full two weeks removed from Palin and McCain rallies where people shouted words like "terrorist" and "kill him." Racism is dead? Are you kidding me? I won't linger on it for now, though. Nothing could step on my buzz at the moment. McCain's concession speech last night was one of the best speeches I have ever seen that man make. It made me wonder if he didn't have so many people telling him what to say or do that this election would have been a lot closer. He had more charisma and graciousness during his concession speech than at any point in his career that I've witnessed. Then they cut to a shot of Palin, waving, near tears, and that was the first and last time you saw or heard her name all night, much to my delight. Soon after the crowd rocked and swayed with the music coming over the speakers and then the moment came when Obama stepped out in front of that grand podium backdropped by several American flags and brought the entire nation together under a single cause of unity and change. The fanfare when he first stepped out there seemed to last an eternity until the crowds slowly grew quiet and this man who was to be President spoke. He didn't revel, be barely smiled during the speech itself, looking as if he were already looking intently at the next four years and the work ahead of him. At it's closing he brought Biden out, whispered something in his ear that to me looked a lot like, "now we go to work." He brought his kids out, Michelle, Jill Biden, they stood on that stage raised arms, magnanimous, triumphant in their quest, and the whole city seemed to fathom the importance of it all. That was the amazing part, all these people gathered... black, white, hispanic, latino, gay, straight, male, and female. There were doctors and lawyers high fiving college students and punked out teenagers. Artists and theater students slapping hands with accountants and cops. It was a grand setting, full of people from absolutely every walk of life all brought together to share in something that we as a country could finally revel in, something we've not seen before... a great man as the next President. To witness that, to be part of that whole festive occasion will be something that shall never be dulled, diminished, or forgotten. The street vendors were out selling Obama buttons, Obama hats, Obama shirts, Obama watches, and Obama wrist bands on every street corner from Jackson to Wacker. It was like an Obama theme park. People were adorned in various Obama paraphernalia, and as the time for the calling of the polls which would deliver a victory drew closer, people filed into Grant Park and the surrounding area. It was a madhouse which no sports team's celebration could ever hope to touch. These people were the participants, the voters, the hopeful... cheering each state called for Obama as if it were the last strand of hope between rescue and disaster. In the end as I walked through Grant Park after watching some of the returns at a local pub I heard the loud speakers announce that Obama was to be the new President elect and the crowd rang out in a decisive cheer that shook the dust off the surrounding buildings, a cheer so loud that you could have heard it from orbit, a cheer so full of relief and joy that people cried, laughed, screamed, and exuded such elation from every pore of their being.
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The President's son and daughter are abducted, and Detective Alex Cross is one of the first on the scene. But someone very high-up is using the FBI, Secret Service, and CIA to keep him off the case and in the dark.
A deadly contagion in the water supply cripples half of the capital, and Alex discovers that someone may be about to unleash the most devastating attack the United States has ever experienced.
As his window for solving both crimes narrows, Alex makes a desperate decision that goes against everything he believes--one that may alter the fate of the entire country. KILL ALEX CROSS is faster, more exciting, and more tightly wound than any Alex Cross thriller James Patterson has ever written!