George Westinghouse is our Maharal.

His electric golem will be our reliable servant:

http://youtube.com?v=T35A3g_GvSg

quickstrategy: Come on, *nobody*?

Now that was funny.

Quickstrategy, maybe Lieberman heard about that woman on the plane, and adjusted his politics accordingly.

All those years of trying to get by on his personality weren't paying off.

I never miss Glenn, but often don't scrape up the time to be edified by the commenters. So I just caught up with yesterday's request for a Wilfred Owen reprise.

And it's no skin off my beak if the niceties aren't observed when someone types my handle. "Nicteis" was already a double error anyway. I was adopting a snowy owl for my avatar, and summoning decades old memories of scientific names from the vasty deep. Nyctea scandiaca came out as "nicteis". Plus, the genus got folded in to another one since then, and Old Snowy is now bubo scandiaca. Who knew?

Dulce Et Decorum Est

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of disappointed shells that dropped behind.

GAS! Gas! Quick, boys!-- An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And floundering like a man in fire or lime.--
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,--
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.

I'll be here only one moment. I'm running a errand for victuals for a outdoor Pot Luck rump roast. I bring the greens. 'll go. I am already onna be screamed at.

Electro, with all due respect, why not take up the drums? Dilshad Khan does some fine sitarist in fusion music. He is making some fame doing solos on the electric sitar. He calls the "Zitar"...

Baldie McEagle. On the old post you spelled Hillary with one 'l' and you meant Hillory? huh.

I held Michel's (one 'L' ) granddaughter today. OT. It's time to watch the DVD, 'The Exorcist' or read Red and Rover. He eats soy corn meal, corn bran, dextrose, hydrochloride and hydrogenenated rice cereal flakes in big fruit bowls.

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I quickly browsed a Wa/Po article that seems sentient by DeNeen L. Brown. *'The Guns may Be Silent But for Some There is No Cease-Fire' 'In the Wake of War, Survivors Still Struggle'*

It gets into the bombing from a safe abstract plane. It shows photos of refugees fleeing communist forces in April 1975. Etc.,

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A little earlier at a noon lunch party, an informed economy student was talking about Gaza and the food problems. Rations. Hunger. He used anachronisms FFR or FWO? I asked what is that? In the context of woes in out land, and not just Haiti... Lol. Oy! FFR ~= former filth rich. or. former "wealth" seekers, and former home owners? It's quickly getting interesting worldwide. There are many informed young people. And None see McCain as sane. Serious. serious. Insane. Serious serious insane. Nightmare McCain. A lame stud?

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I was ordered to go on a health kick?

Yea. Kick a mule in the butt? Kick a bucket?

I feel like kicking all politico's in the earlobes!

Are they deaf? Bad Nerds? Stink bug lumps?

They hear the dead scream? McCain. Listen. O, Get the excrement outta ear drums.

These possums have really made the phrase total "depravity" something meaningful.

But for shits and giggles read "History Upside Down"

I'm not sure of the page number, you'll have to check for yourself.

If I were the possum, I would wear eye protection

http://www.hud.gov/news/speeches/presremarks.cfm

[...] First, I want to thank you all for your service to the greatest nation on the face of the Earth. (Applause.)

[...] I'm concerned about the security of America. (Applause.)

[...] Let me first talk about how to make sure America is secure from a group of killers, people who hate -- you know what they hate? They hate the idea that somebody can go buy a home.

[...] And this country will do everything we can possibly do to protect America. (Applause.)

[...] I know it's going to be hard for some in Congress to give up a little power here and there, but I think it's going to happen because people realize we're here to serve the American people, not here to serve a political party or turf in the United States Congress. (Applause.)

[...] But the best way to secure the homeland is to hunt them down one by one. And I mean hunt them down one by one and bring them to justice, which is precisely what America will do. (Applause.)

I want to thank the choir for coming, the youngsters for being here. I just want you to know that, when we talk about war, we're really talking about peace.

[...] I also want the young to know that this country, we don't conquer people, we liberate people.

[...] In this town, people look at numbers all the time -- you know, such and such a number dropped, or this number increased. What I worry about are hearts and souls. That's what I worry about.

[...] And when it's all said and done, we can look back and say, because of my work, because of our collective work, America is a better place. Out of evil came incredible good.

Thank you all for coming by.

- - The President, June 18, 2002