Sentences with phrase «because millions upon millions»

In the case of Musial's retirement there was melancholy only because millions upon millions of baseball fans knew that the slender figure with the weird wiggling stance would never again pop up before their eyes or on their television screens, wearing the two red - birds on his chest and the big No. 6 on his back.

Not exact matches

ADL declares that the Holocaust is an «essentially Jewish event» — as though millions of Christians were not also killed, as though Hitler were not also set upon the destruction of Christianity, in large part because of its Jewish origins.

They see it almost as an insult, because they know about the millions of so - called christians in America who judge others by political affiliation, by income, by race, who only help people who are similar to themselves, who only befriend non-christians when it helps them or if they see an opportunity to convert, etc. - in short, the millions upon millions of Americans who call themselves christians yet do not even attempt to follow the teachings of Jesus.

Not surprisingly, the media feeding frenzy has resulted, anecdotal evidence suggests, in a sharp drop in youth football registrations for this fall's season, with parents fearful that playing football will almost inevitably expose their kid to an unreasonable risk of injury (which, of course, is patently untrue; more than 7 million kids in the U.S. currently play football, very few of whom, statistically speaking and despite a few well - publicized cases - are likely to end up committing suicide because of the hits they sustained playing the sport, and millions upon countless millions who have played football over the past century without apparent ill effect).

Just because a company spends millions of dollars each year on marketing in an attempt to bring their brand to mind first when stroller buying decisions are thrust upon you doesn't mean that the new loaded (sometimes overloaded) version that they are pushing at the time is the best choice for your family.

«I am calling upon him to take those donations out of his $ 27 million campaign coffer and donate them to a worthy institution that treats children with life - threatening allergies who can't afford EpiPens or with pediatric cancers like leukemia and Hodgkin's who are suffering because of generic drug shortages that he causes,» Long said in a statement.

The $ 500 million is being called «Buffalo Billion Squared» because, as the governor suggested, it will build upon the successes of the original Buffalo Billion «exponentially.»

Because of their dependency on coastal environments, the changes in the sea level which occurred at the end of the Jurassic period — around 145 million years ago — had a drastic impact upon the environments they lived in.

The thousands upon thousands of David Sedaris fans out there (one might even say millions) flock to his audiobooks because no one else could deliver his material in quite the same way as Sedaris does.

NO country should have as its legacy, millions upon millions of animals euthanized and or slaughtered because there are not enough homes.

Good news for the SP, because in his millions of steps and countless miles that he trods through the years, Desert Charlie comes upon many potential rail accidents.

I'm sure though the xbox fanboys will be here soon to call the game a failure because Halo3 sold millions upon millions muahahahahaahahaha.

Because of the Morgan family's deep Hartford roots, bequests upon his death also included more than 1,300 objects and $ 1.4 million for a Morgan Memorial Wing.

, you are lying on the floor of your place looking up, a small draft runs through the room, between the door and the window, and all things seem perfectly still, wind only disturbs concrete in imperceptible ways, or it may take millions of years to be noticed and, as the air runs through the space, all your plants move and all is animated and all is alive somehow, and here are the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands, they are not original with me, and that wind upon your plants is the common air that bathes the globe, and we have no ambitions of universalism, and I'm glad we don't, but the particles of air bring traces of pollen and are charged with electricity, desert sand, maybe sea water, and these particles were somewhere else before they were dragged here, and their route will not end by the door of this house, and if we tell each other stories, one can imagine that they might have been bathed by this same air, regrouped and recombined, recharged as a vehicle for sound, swirling as it moves, bringing the sound of a drum, like that Kabuki story where a fox recognizes the voice of its parents as a girl plays a drum made out of their skin, or any other event, and yet I always felt your work never tells stories, I tend to think that narrative implies a past tense, even if that past was just five seconds ago, one second ago was already the past, and human memory is irrelevant in geological time, plants and fish know not what tomorrow will bring, neither rocks nor metal do, but we all live here now, and we all need visions and we all need dreams, and as long as your metal sculptures vibrate they are always in the Present, and their past is a material truth alien to narrative, but well, maybe narrative does not imply a past tense at all and they are writing their own story while they gently move and breathe, and maybe nothing was really still before the wind came in, passing through the window as if through an irrational portal to make those plants dance, but everything was already moving and breathing in near complete silence, and if you're focused enough you can feel the pulse of a concrete wall and you can feel the tectonic movements of the earth, and you can hear the magma flowing under our feet and our bones crackling like a wild fire, and you can see the light of fireflies reflected in polished metal, and there is nothing magical about that, it is just the way things are, and sometimes we have to raise our voice because the music is too loud and let your clothes move to a powerful bass, sound waves and bright lights, powerful like the sun, blinding us if we stare for too long, but isn't it the biggest sign of love, like singing to a corn field, and all acts of kindness that are not pitiful nor utilitarian, that are truly horizontal as everything around us is impregnated with the deadliest violence, vertical and systemic, poisonous, and sometimes you just want to feel the sun burning your skin and look for life in all things declared dead, a kind of vitality that operates like corrosion, strong as the wind near the sea, transforming all things,