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“It’s An Honor To Be The Food Stamp President”

Food Stamps put gas in our cars.
Food stamps send our kids through college.
Food stamps heat our homes and factories.
Food stamps keep our pets alive and healthy.
Food stamps mow our lawns and keep our roofs free of moss.
Food stamps wash our buses and semis.
Food stamps keep the stars in the sky.
Food stamps keep the rockets firing that take us to Mars.
Food stamps are the secret fuel powering alien UFOs.

More people use Food Stamps under Obama than under any other president since Food Stamps were begun.

Two Deer Poems

Winter Study
by Mark Wunderlich

Two days of snow, then ice
and the deer peer from the ragged curtain of trees.

Hunger wills them, hunger
pulls them to the compass of light

spilling from the farmyard pole.
They dip their heads, hold

forked hooves
above snow, turn furred ears

to scoop from the wind
the sounds of hounds, or men.

They lap at a sprinkling of grain,
pull timid mouthfuls from a stray bale.

The smallest is lame, with a leg
healed at angles, and a fused knob

where a joint once bent.
It picks, stiff, skidding its sickening limb

across the ice’s dark platter.
Their fear is thick as they break a trail

to the center of their predator’s range.
To know the winter

is to ginger forth from a bed in the pines,
to search for a scant meal

gleaned from the carelessness
of a killer.

Morning In Woodstock

Last night white tailed deer,
all pivot and dash,
high-stepped like drum majorettes
down the fence line
in the knee-deep snow.

Black shocks of birch and ash,
solemn skeletons, keep lookout,
as Sumac, like sergeants, shush with
red brush hands, and crimson mists
of Salmon Berries hang in the air.

Platoons of firs, planted
since the fire,
branches bound in snow like cotton,
stand in long lines at attention.

In my robe, coffee cold,
I search far into the woods
from the window,
for some movement
some stir of wind.
~Mike Landfair

Many Hope The Storm Will Pass

The recent Godfather of Politics writes that we should Stop Feeding the Islamic Crocodile.

“Winston Churchill took a dim view of neutrals. For him there were only two options in the face of Hitler: fight or surrender. Each neutral, Churchill said on 20 January 1940, ‘hopes that if he feeds the crocodile enough, the crocodile will eat him last. All of them hope that the storm will pass before their turn comes to be devoured. But I fear — I fear greatly — the storm will not pass.’”

What was true of Hitler and Nazism is equally true of radical Islam.

Indeed!


Is The MSM Turning On Obama?

The New York Times writes Blurred Line Between Espionage and Truth

La Pine, OR Jiggles

Ok, maybe I’m a little fixated on quakes in Oregon, But keep in mind, we have been very quiet for quite some time while Washington and California both quivered.  Now, it seems it’s Oregon’s turn.

map 0.9  2012/02/27 02:20:47 43.582N 121.646W  0.0
18 km (11 mi) SSW of  La Pine, OR
map 0.9  2012/02/26 23:27:58 43.578N 121.645W  0.0
18 km (11 mi) SSW of  La Pine, OR
map 0.8  2012/02/26 18:03:21 43.583N 121.659W  3.5
18 km (11 mi) SW  of  La Pine, OR


Michelle Is A Hypocrite!

Keith Koffler at White House Dossier writes:

While Michelle lectures children to cut out the fat and eat their vegetables unadorned with caloric sauces, she served the governors – who are in Washington for their annual meeting – a feast that included adipose-marbled steak, vegetables slathered with dairy enhancements, and dessert.

Here’s what the governors got:

Garden salad
Bread and butter
Ribeye steak 12 oz
Creamed spinach
Crab mac and cheese
Pear tart with ice cream
White wine

Based on conservative estimates of caloric totals for each of the items that found their way to the governors’ plates, and assuming consumption of a single glass of wine from the bottles that were placed on the tables, the total intake amounted to about 2,250 calories.

The recommended intake for an adult male during AN ENTIRE DAY is about 2,500 calories. For women, it’s about 2,000 calories.


Port Orford, OR Quake

map 2.7  2012/02/26 02:15:11 42.817N 124.778W 22.4
24 km (15 mi) WNW of  Port Orford, OR


We Just Ugly Away

The Metro section was filled with three pages of obits with pictures and some may disagree, but as we grow older we just ugly away. Today’s poem by Keats from Poem-A-Day illustrates it well:

The Human Seasons
by John Keats

Four Seasons fill the measure of the year;
There are four seasons in the mind of man:
He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear
Takes in all beauty with an easy span:

He has his Summer, when luxuriously
Spring’s honeyed cud of youthful thought he loves
To ruminate, and by such dreaming high
Is nearest unto Heaven: quiet coves

His soul has in its Autumn, when his wings
He furleth close; contented so to look
On mists in idleness—to let fair things
Pass by unheeded as a threshold brook:—

He has his Winter too of pale misfeature,
Or else he would forego his mortal nature.


“Old Scratch riles the unschooled”

With all this talk about evil and Satan recently by Rick Santorum et al, I thought Wes Pruden’s words were fitting:

Old Scratch has had a really good week. The Prince of Darkness has everybody talking about him. The Satanic force may not be driving the Republican primary campaign, but old Beelzebub is having a high old time confusing the natives.

Rick Santorum, who might have been a priest if he had not fallen so low as to become a politician, started the theologification of the campaign with loose talk about doctrinal issues best expounded in cathedral and chapel. But the devil talk of the past fortnight began as the work of the minions of the mainstream media who have no idea of what they’re talking about. The only thing they know about the concept of Satan is something they picked up trick-or-treating.

It was one of these minions who discovered remarks Mr. Santorum made four years ago to chapel students at Ave Maria University, a small Roman Catholic school in Florida. He told the students that “Satan has his sights on the United States of America,” and is “attacking the great institutions of America, using those great vices of pride, vanity and sensuality as the root to attack all the strong plants so deeply rooted in the American tradition.”

The Father of Lies, he said, “has his sights on what you would think the Father of Lies would have his sights on: a good, decent, powerful, influential country—the United States of America. If you were Satan, who would you attack in this day and age?”

You could hear echoes of such an admonition from the pulpits of thousands of churches across America on any Sunday morning. But this is unfamiliar imagery to the ladies and gentlemen of the media, who are more comfortable taking their cues of culture and enlightenment from the gore of the movies, the trash of rap and music disguised as noise.  Besides, who says pride and vanity are vices? Aren’t pride and vanity cultivated with unrelenting enthusiasm in media and politics?

The reaction to the publication of Mr. Santorum’s remarks of four years ago has been outrage. The ignorant and the unschooled scream as if Rick Santorum is trying to force alien doctrines on the weak and helpless. The reality of Satan is at the core of the teachings of most religious faith, though much ignored by modern divines. It was not always so. The Dog of Hell is real to Christians of most denominational stripes. “Whenever God erects a house of prayer,” observed Daniel Defoe, the 17th century author of “Robinson Crusoe,” “the devil always builds a chapel there. And ‘twill be found, upon examination, the latter has the larger congregation.” John Bunyan, the author of “Pilgrim’s Progress,” observed that “the devil is nimble, he can run apace; he is light afoot, he hath overtaken many. They that would have heaven must run for it.”

Lost in the racket is the fact that Mr. Santorum did not make his remarks on the stump but to a congregation of fellow Catholics, in a chapel service at a small school in a small town in southwest Florida. He was admonishing like-minded students to be good Americans and to beware of the sirens dispatched by Satan to destroy their faith. He made no demand that anyone be required to see his reality as their own.

There is no religious test for office in America, and God forbid there ever will be. But if the nation survives,  there will always be a conscience test. Conscience, that wee small voice that instructs in right and wrong, good and evil, is tutored by moral and ethical codes born of knowledge and fear of God. Every president so far has acknowledged his debt to a power greater than anything in himself, understanding that if he forgot that debt there would be the devil to pay.

Rick Santorum may or may not make it to the White House; the likeliest way he’ll see the Oval Office is at the invitation of Mitt Romney. His views on sex and contraception lie far outside the American mainstream. For his own good, he ought to keep his lip buttoned until he is sure of what he wants to say (and then not say some of it). But even a presidential candidate has the right to teach dogma and creed in chapel and Sunday school. If that gets the skeptics, in Sarah Palin’s felicitous phrase, “all wee-weed up,” they’ll just have to get over it.

Wesley Pruden is editor emeritus of The Washington Times.


No Word Yet Of Condemnation!

The Ulsterman writes:

“…as President Obama declared his intent to “hold accountable” those U.S. military personnel responsible for the Koran burning – two American soldiers were killed by an Afghan soldier.  Since that killing there has been NO word from the Obama administration condemning the Afghans for the killing.


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