A reasonable examination of politics and society, composed from the comfort of a Florida island.
Friday, September 13, 2013
Friday, September 6, 2013
Friday, August 30, 2013
Bartender Story
A Democrat walks into a bar and flashes a wad of bills around. He swaggers up to the bartender and says "drinks all around, except for the Republican over there". To his surprise the Republican says "thank you". Thinking that maybe he didn't hear that remark correctly he waits until everyone has finished his drink and yells "drinks all around, except for the Republican over there". again, the Republican says "thank you". So he says to the bartender "how come that stupid Republican keeps thanking me for not buying him drinks"? "Because" the bartender responds "he owns the place and you're buying for everyone else".
A Democrat walks into a bar and flashes a wad of bills around. He swaggers up to the bartender and says "drinks all around, except for the Republican over there". To his surprise the Republican says "thank you". Thinking that maybe he didn't hear that remark correctly he waits until everyone has finished his drink and yells "drinks all around, except for the Republican over there". again, the Republican says "thank you". So he says to the bartender "how come that stupid Republican keeps thanking me for not buying him drinks"? "Because" the bartender responds "he owns the place and you're buying for everyone else".
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Thought for the Day
The New Colossus by Emma Lazarus
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
Sunday, August 25, 2013
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
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