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Blinken weighs possible sanctions North Korea as Russia, Iran loom: NBC News |
2021-02-02 |
[AlAhram] The Biden administration would consider new sanctions against North Korea![]() as well as other possible actions against Russia, US Secretary of State Antony Blinken said in a television interview on Monday as it continued its foreign policy review. In an interview with NBC News, taped on Sunday, Blinken did not commit to specific sanctions against Moscow as it reviewed the ongoing situation involving jugged Yez got nuttin' on me, coppers! Nuttin'! Russian opposition leader Alexei Navalny, Russian election interference, the Solar Wind Hack and alleged bounties against US soldiers in Afghanistan. |
Posted by:trailing wife |
#2 Every time I hear the name SOS Blinken I think of the poem by Eugene Fields, Winken, Blinken and Nod. Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night Sailed off in a wooden shoe,— Sailed on a river of crystal light Into a sea of dew. "Where are you going, and what do you wish?" The old moon asked the three. "We have come to fish for the herring-fish That live in this beautiful sea; Nets of silver and gold have we," Said Wynken, Blynken, And Nod. The old moon laughed and sang a song, As they rocked in the wooden shoe; And the wind that sped them all night long Ruffled the waves of dew; The little stars were the herring-fish That lived in the beautiful sea. "Now cast your nets wherever you wish,— Never afraid are we!" So cried the stars to the fishermen three, Wynken, Blynken, And Nod. All night long their nets they threw To the stars in the twinkling foam,— Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe, Bringing the fishermen home: 'Twas all so pretty a sail, it seemed As if it could not be; And some folk thought 'twas a dream they'd dreamed Of sailing that beautiful sea; But I shall name you the fishermen three: Wynken, Blynken, And Nod. Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes, And Nod is a little head, And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies Is a wee one's trundle-bed; So shut your eyes while Mother sings Of wonderful sights that be, And you shall see the beautiful things As you rock in the misty sea Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three:— Wynken, Blynken, And Nod. |
Posted by: Alaska Paul 2021-02-02 19:08 |
#1 Hey Blinken. |
Posted by: swksvolFF 2021-02-02 12:47 |