unblushing

How To Use unblushing In A Sentence

• an unblushing apologist for fascism
• It could be amusing if the pols posted unblushing, unedited diaries of what they were really thinking, as real bloggers do.
• Residents -- whether for the purposes unblushingly avowed by that sometime favourite of the stage, Mr. Eccles, or for the reasons less horrifying to the United Kingdom Alliance -- found themselves more at home in "Caesarea" than in "Sarnia," and the "five-pounder," as the summer tripper was despiteously called by natives, liked to go as far as he could for his money, and found St. Helier's "livelier" than A History of the French Novel, Vol. 2 To the Close of the 19th Century
• His greatest strengths - the uncompromising determination, sharp-tongued irreverence, and unblushing idealism - turned out to be critical flaws.
• No, there was nothing sublime and dolorous about Miss Manners; her face was round, cheery, and slightly puckered, with two little black eyes sparking and shining under dark brows, a nose she unblushingly called pug, and a big mouth with eminently white and regular teeth, which she said were such a comfort, for they never ached, and never would to the end of time. The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 08, No. 46, August, 1861
• Holden was an original secessionist, and his newspaper, the Standard, printed at Raleigh, was the mouth-piece of the Democracy until 1860, when this unblushing "scallawag," as the Southerners call political renegades, threw his Democratic sentiments out at window, and went in for the Union cause. The Great South; A Record of Journeys in Louisiana, Texas, the Indian Territory, Missouri, Arkansas, Mississippi, Alabama, Georgia, Florida, South Carolina, North Carolina, Kentucky, Tennessee, Virginia, West Virginia, and Maryland
• He has occasionally, and with characteristic unblushing swagger, compared himself to Albert Camus.
• Ron Curran, a dogged, award-winning investigator and unblushing idealist who helped establish the L.A. Weekly's reputation for hard-edged, relevant local reporting, died this week at 43 in his Huntington Beach home.
• It could be amusing if the pols posted unblushing, unedited diaries of what they were really thinking, as real bloggers do.
• He cuts straight to the quick, opening his unblushing diary of detestation with this: ‘I hate him.’