Saturday, February 28, 2009
Friday, February 27, 2009
Monday, February 23, 2009
Monday, February 16, 2009
You are a Reality-Based Intellectualist, also known as the liberal elite. You are a proud member of what’s known as the reality-based community, where science, reason, and non-Jesus-based thought reign supreme.
I guess this means I'm an elitist snob.
All righty then!
Catch you later.....
Friday, February 13, 2009
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Monday, February 9, 2009
It was quite a day for me. And Dad, too, I think.
The picture above was taken in the "Goat Locker", the Chief's Mess.
It is a special table. It is the POW/MIA table.
The sign reads as follows:
This table is a place of honor.
Its solitary setting is a reminder that some of those who defend our country are no longer among us.
The table is small to symbolize the frailty of one prisoner against his oppressors.
The tablecloth is white to symbolize the purity of intention to heed their country's call to arms.
The single rose in the vase reminds us of the families and loved ones who keep the faith awaiting our comrades-in-arms' return.
The red ribbon attests to the unyielding determination of thousands who demand a proper accounting of our missing.
The lemon slice upon the bread plate reminds us of their bitter fate.
The salt upon the bread plate is symbolic of their families' tears as they wait.
The glass is inverted as they cannot toast with us tonight.
The seat is empty for those who are not here.
Two old sailors, father and son, back upon a naval vessel, for the first time in 64 and 34 years respectively. It was a 'heavy' day.
And the sight of that table is what touched me most after Dad and I parted.
I paused in reflection of a few guys I knew and the thousands I did not.
The sacrifices of so many patriotic men and women over our history.
I am humbled, proud to be an American, proud to have served and proud to be my father's son.
Catch you later.....
Friday, February 6, 2009
In the late 1920s A.P. Carter became friends with Lesley "Esley" Riddle, a singer and guitar player, who introduced Carter to a wealth of spirituals and blues.
Riddle, a black man with one leg, and A.P. Carter, a very tall man with a constant tremor, made quite a pair as they travelled together through the Jim Crow South knocking on doors asking for songs.
The Carter Family had tapped into another popular strain of music. Worried Man Blues was their biggest selling record of 1930.
From the Album, The Unbroken Circle: The Musical Heritage of the Carter Family , released August 24, 2004.
(From the notes at you tube)
I'm worried too. And so very angry.
Washington is the Elephants Graveyard of (not so) Good Intentions.
Who won that last election, anyway? Mr. President: GROW A PAIR!
Congressional Majorities in both Houses: GROW A PAIR!
Fuck bipartisanship, you cannot compromise with the insane:
I really don’t understand how bipartisanship is ever going to work when one of the parties is insane. Imagine trying to negotiate an agreement on dinner plans with your date, and you suggest Italian and she states her preference would be a meal of tire rims and anthrax. If you can figure out a way to split the difference there and find a meal you will both enjoy, you can probably figure out how bipartisanship is going to work the next few years. (Balloon Juice)
If there is no deal by Monday, I'm forced to start callin' my Senators and Congressman (Darrel Issa, part of the problem!) again. They don't want that and frankly, neither do I.
Catch you later.....
P.S. Listen to the lyrics, he forged the links of the very chains that bind him. Familiar much?
Thursday, February 5, 2009
During the run-up to the election, Kevin, our mail carrier at the office, and I had a lot of fun driving the Ditto-head in the cubicle next to his crazy with graphics from the toobz.
I would print out something guaranteed to drive the Ditto-head to the brink, like Tom Tomorrow's excellent strip or my latest "Honest McCain Campaign Poster" and Kevin would take it in, tape it to their common divider and wait for hilarity to ensue.
His description of D.H.'s meltdowns the day after were terrific entertainment.
Kevin tells us that since Election day, D.H. has been sullen and withdrawn.
That ended yesterday. Kevin came in to find a headline clipped from our local right-wing cage-liner:
"I Screwed Up" Obama says about his pick
was the headline and the note attached said "nice president".
Kevin reported that D.H. was quite pleased with himself and our President's recent mis-steps.
I copied the clipping and note and sent it back with an observation or two:
"Wow. I'm impressed! A president smart enough to recognize a mistake when he sees one. And man enough to own up to it. What a refreshing change!
After eight years of gob-smackingly stupid errors, mistakes, lies and colossal fuck-ups, all aWol could come up with was 'Mission Accomplished' and Bring It On'.
Not only is Bush not man enough to admit a mistake, he has not mind enough to see one.
Stick with the GOP and it's new chairman, Rash Limpballs. It's really working out for ya', you betcha.
Give me Palin and the Plumber in 2012 and the GOP will be as relevant as the Whigs."
I am awaiting his reply.