Warren G. Harding
Warren G. Harding
Warren Gamaliel Hardingwas the 29th President of the United States, serving from March 4, 1921 until his death. Harding died one of the most popular presidents in history, but the subsequent exposure of scandals that took place under him, such as Teapot Dome, eroded his popular regard, as did revelations of an affair by Nan Britton, one of his mistresses. In historical rankings of the U.S. presidents, Harding is often rated among the worst...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionUS President
Date of Birth2 November 1865
CityBlooming Grove, OH
CountryUnited States of America
I have no trouble with my enemies. I can take care of my enemies in a fight. But my friends, my goddamned friends, they're the ones who keep me walking the floor at nights!
Only solitary men know the full joys of friendship. Others have their family; but to a solitary and an exile his friends are everything.
I continued with whatever 'qualified climbers' I could con into this rather unpromising venture.
That's good. Go on, read some more.
There is no relationship here between Church and State. Religious liberty has its unalterable place, along with civil and human liberty, in the very foundation of the Republic. I hold it [religious intolerance] to be a menace to the very liberties which we boast and cherish.
Actually, we're just glorified flagpole sitters.
I hate climbers like Royal Robbins who are so superior. He doesn’t mean to be, he just is. He’s methodic, scientific, capable, and so competent it makes me envious. I was climbing with some hotshot Brit in Yosemite once, and he said, ‘My God, Harding, you can’t do anything!’ I said, ‘I know, but I can do it forever.’
I was spent up. I sure grabbed that girl of mine.
My once-keen analytical mind has become so dulled by endless hours of baking in the hot sun, thrashing about in tight chimneys, pulling at impossibly heavy loads, freezing my ass off.... so that now my mental state is comparable to that of a Peruvian Indian, well stoked on coca leaves...
As I hammered in the last bolt and staggered over the rim, it was not at all clear to me who was the conqueror and who was the conquered. I do recall that El Cap seemed to be in much better condition than I was.
He liked to play chess and do intelligent things, and I was a serious drinker and nonthinker.
I do recall that El Cap seemed to be in much better condition than I was,
The president is the cuticle of the nail bed of America: one would think pushing back makes him stronger, yet it turns out the opposite is true.
Screwing is more enjoyable than drilling bolt holes !.