Friday, September 29, 2006

Love That Dog
(Sharon Creech)

Love that dog,
like a bird loves to fly
I said I love that dog
like a bird loves to fly
Love to call him in the morning
Love to call him
"Hey there, Sky!"

Dedicated to my little dog, Rocky. Rest in Peace

Friday, September 22, 2006

Slouching towards Bethlehem
W.B Yeats

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in the sands of the desert.

A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

Monday, September 18, 2006

Drunken Mohammed

Mohammed is a drunk and we all know this. And when he drinks he is mean and nasty. I lie in bed awake at night, afraid, and I pray to God someone will stop Mohammed some day. And sure enough, one day, a miracle. My prayers are answered. The brave Pope calls out to a drunken Mohammed and tells him to stop beating on us. But Mohammed’s enablers – the New York Times, etc. - chime in. They tell the Pope that he should be quiet.

Drunken Mohammed's enablers say that the Pope was either “stupid” or ill-advised to speak as he did about Islam. We all know, afterall, that Mohammed is an alcoholic and will beat us to a pulp if we so much as whisper his name when he’s in a state. And he’s often in a state. We know better than to "poke the snake." The snake bites, especially when he’s drunk. And he is often drunk.

The Pope should apologize and we should all go upstairs to our rooms and quietly shut our doors and not come down again until we promise not to whisper, or giggle, or bat our eyes at Mohammed. For he is the King, the Ruler, the Almighty - the maker of all the rules. And we must not make him mad. No. No. No. The enablers tell Mohammed that the Pope is sorry, so sorry. They do not defend the Pope. Nor do they tell Mohammed to back off. They say that next time the Pope will be better, we all will be better. We will not offend again.

Sunday, September 17, 2006

Dear God, Send Us A Leader

We need a leader. And we need him now. I’m pretty sure it has to be a “he” because fighting the likes of blood-thirsty radical islam is going to require a lot of testosterone. I don’t care what feminists say – I love my life, my country, my Judeo-Christian values and heritage. I want them to prevail. Whatever it takes.

Nixon once said that a great political leader requires “head, heart and guts… that is, smarts, compassion and courage.” With smarts and courage, no compassion - you get Russia’s Peter the Great. With only smarts and compassion, no courage - you get Neville Chamberlain. Waffling Bill Clinton had no courage. Jimmy Carter is all compassion (always for the other guy). … you get the point.

You could make the argument that President Bush has too much compassion and not enough brains. I don’t mean book smart - I mean street smart. I don’t understand why he apologized to the radicals during the Cartoon kerkuffle. Or why he hasn’t replaced Condi, because as great as she is, we lost ground during the recent Israel/Lebanon war. And why doesn’t he recognize that our Southern border is no longer a trade issue but a sovereignty issue?

But I don’t want to critique Bush – I am grateful to him for his honor, for the fact that he keeps his promises, and for his great desire to protect and serve our country.

In 2 years – who will lead us? Because, you see, we are in very grave danger here.
And if I can see it - I am neither cynical nor particularly shrewd or clever - if a person as gullible as I can see it – then, believe me - the danger is real and imminent.

Dear God, find us a leader. Dear God, I pray to you. Find the United States of America a leader who can meet the radical islamists on the battlefield, and who will prevail. Amen