Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Monday, February 27, 2012
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Friday, February 24, 2012
Thursday, February 23, 2012
It Isn’t An “Answer,” It’s An “Ad!”
Congratulations, Republicans! Your 20 “Debates” very nearly qualifies
your show as an actual sitcom. (I’d call it a “reality” show, but those tend to
be slightly more believable!) Most
televisions shows in the United States produce a number of shows per season somewhere
in mid-twenties. Other countries have other standards, heck! In the UK you could
already be in your third series!
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Monday, February 20, 2012
"Godspeed, John Glenn!"
With those words, on a cold February morning in 1962 Friendship 7 was launched into orbit. It was four days after my birth. Perhaps this is one reason I have always been a fan of spaceflight. Perhaps it was the fact that I grew-up in proximity to the space coast. Whatever the case, I have always found the concept of man in space fascinating!
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Saturday, February 18, 2012
Friday, February 17, 2012
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Monday, February 13, 2012
Evidentiary Dissonance
One of the (many) problems that I have with bumper stickers
is that they so often espouse viewpoints or encourage behaviors that would
appear to directly run contrary displayed behaviors of the drivers of those
vehicles. Like the “Imagine World Piece” bumper sticker bearing vehicle that
cuts you off, the driver of which then flips you the bird. Or the Hummer I see
occasionally that proudly (ironically?) displays the “Go Green” bumper sticker.
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Saturday, February 11, 2012
Friday, February 10, 2012
Thursday, February 09, 2012
Wednesday, February 08, 2012
Monday, February 06, 2012
Disingenuous
dis·in·gen·u·ous
[dis-in-jen-yoo-uhs]
adjective
lacking in candor, or sincerity; falsely or hypocritically ingenuous; insincere
Sunday, February 05, 2012
“Render Unto Caesar”
This weekend on the Talking
Heads programs, Newt
Gingrich has decried the “War On The Catholic Church” that the Obama
administration is supposed waging. I have to say that I had almost completely failed
to notice this horrible threat to the American way of life!
Saturday, February 04, 2012
What A Difference A Day Makes!
The plows have pushed the snow off the parking lot onto the
yard near my home. The berms they created are tall enough to be lifting the
branches over the end of the parking area. Meanwhile, on my deck and patio, the
snow is piled-up about twenty-one inches deep.Friday, February 03, 2012
by Don McLean
A long, long time ago… I can still remember how
How the music used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance,
That I could make those people dance,
And maybe they’d be happy for a while.
But February made me shiver,
With every paper I’d deliver,
Bad news on the doorstep…
I couldn’t take one more step.
I can’t remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride
But something touched me deep inside,
The day the music died.
So, bye, bye miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And good ol’ boys were drinking whisky and rye
Singing this will be the day that I die
This will be the day that I die
Did you write the book of love
And do you have faith in God above
If the Bible tells you so
Do you believe in rock n roll
Can music save your mortal soul
Then you can teach me to dance real slow
Well I know that you’re in love with him
‘Cause I saw you dancing in the gym
You both kicked off your shoes
Then I dig those rhythm and blues
I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck
but I knew that I was out of luck
The day the music died
I started singin’…
Bye, bye miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And good ol’ boys were drinking whisky and rye
Singing this will be the day that I die
This will be the day that I die
Now for 10 years we’ve been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rolling stone
But that’s not how it used to be
When the jester sang for the king and queen
In a coat he borrowed from James Dean
In a voice that came from you and me
And while the King was looking down
The jester stole his thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned
No verdict was returned
While Lennon read the book of Marx
The quartet kept practice in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died
Helter Skelter in a summer swelter
The birds flew off with the fallout shelter
Eight miles high and falling fast
It landed foul on the grass
The players tried for a forward pass
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast
Now the halftime air was sweet perfume
While sergeants played a marching tune
We all got up to dance
But we never got the chance
‘Cause the players tried to take the field,
The marching band refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed,
The day the music died?
We started singing...
Bye, bye miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And good ol’ boys were drinking whisky and rye
Singing this will be the day that I die
This will be the day that I die
There we were all in one place
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again
So come on Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Jack Flash sat on a candle stick
‘Cause fire is the devil’s only friend.
As I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage
No angel born in hell
Could break that Satan’s spell
And as flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite
I saw Satan laughing with delight
The day the music died.
I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away
I went down to the sacred store
Where I’d heard the music years before
But the man there said the music wouldn’t play
And in the streets the children screamed
The lovers cried and the poets dreamed
But not a word was spoken
The church bells all were broken
And the three men I admire most
The Father Son and Holy Ghost
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died
They were singin’...
Bye, bye miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And good ol’ boys were drinking whisky and rye
Singing this will be the day that I die
This will be the day that I die
So...
Bye, bye miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And good ol’ boys were drinking whisky and rye
Singing this will be the day that I die
This will be the day that I die
Thursday, February 02, 2012
Wednesday, February 01, 2012
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