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Mar. 7th, 2009
Blind Mice?
Mar. 7th, 2009 09:24 amThree Blind Mice
By CHARLES M. BLOW
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By CHARLES M. BLOW
Published: March 6, 2009 Who has surfaced as the saviors of the Republican Party? Bobby Jindal, Michael Steele and Rush Limbaugh, otherwise known as the axis of drivel. More
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Stifle yourself...
Mar. 7th, 2009 09:25 amJust Steele Yourselves
By GAIL COLLINS
Published: March 6, 2009
By GAIL COLLINS
Published: March 6, 2009
Should the Republicans get rid of Michael Steele, their national committee chairman? Truly, this is not a debate that we ever expected to be having. In fact, we never expected to have to remember who the chairman of the Republican National Committee is. More
Why We Like The Evile Empire.
Mar. 7th, 2009 09:49 amShamelessly Stolen from ThrillingWonder
Sailing to Byzantium
Mar. 7th, 2009 10:17 amTHAT is no country for old men. The young
In one another's arms, birds in the trees
- Those dying generations - at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unageing intellect.
An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress,
Nor is there singing school but studying
Monuments of its own magnificence;
And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
To the holy city of Byzantium.
O sages standing in God's holy fire
As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing-masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.
Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come.
William Butler Yeats
Tiny Sparrow
Mar. 7th, 2009 11:46 amCome all ye fair and tender ladies,
Take warning how you court your men.
They're like the stars on a summer's mornin'
First they'll appear and then they're gone.
If I had known before I courted
what all his lyin' could have done
I'd have locked my heart in a box of golden
and never would have courted none.
I wish I were a tiny sparrow
and I had wings and I could fly.
I'd fly away to my own true lover
and all he'd ask I would deny.
Alas I'm not a tiny sparrow
I have not wings nor can I fly
And on this earth in grief and sorrow
I am bound until I die.
Come all ye fair and tender ladies
Take warning how you court your men.
They're like the stars on a summer's mornin'
First they'll appear and then they're gone.
PPM
Liberals told to leave
Mar. 7th, 2009 03:19 pmLiberals told to leave
An instructor for a hunter safety course orders Obama voters to get out of his class.
By RANDY KREHBIEL World Staff Writer
Published: 3/7/2009 2:23 AM
Last Modified: 3/7/2009 3:06 AM
An instructor for a hunter safety course orders Obama voters to get out of his class.
By RANDY KREHBIEL World Staff Writer
Published: 3/7/2009 2:23 AM
Last Modified: 3/7/2009 3:06 AM
Thirteen-year-old Lane Dunkley just wanted to go hunting with his grandfather.
What he got was a lecture on politics. More
