Saturday, April 2, 2011

Pussy Can Sit By the Fire and Sing

Pussy can sit by the fire and sing, Pussy can climb a tree Or Play with a silly old cork and string To 'muse herself, not me. But I like Binkie my dog, because He knows how to behave; So, Binkie's the same as the First Friend was, And I am the Man in the Cave! Pussy will play Man Friday till It's time to wet her paw and make her walk on the window-sill (For the footprint Crusoe saw); Then she fluffles her tail and mews, And scratches and won't attend But Binkie will play whatever I choose, And he is my true First Friend! Pussy will rub my knees with her head Pretending she loves me hard; But the very minute I go to my bed Pussy runs out in the yard, And there she stays till the morning-light; So I know it is only pretend And he is my Firstest Friend.

--Rudyard Kipling

Friday, April 1, 2011

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
  Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
  And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
  The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
  The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
  Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
  And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
  The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through.
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
  He went galumphing back.
"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
  Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
  He chortled in his joy.
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
  Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
  And the mome raths outgrabe.

--Lewis Carroll

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Outgoing Tide

Amendments and Bills for Monetary Reason

Instant Gratification and Indirect Treason

Promoting the Promise of a Better Tomorrow

Isolating Ourselves with the Money We Borrow

Debits and Credits Consume our Great Nation

We Cover it Up with More Legislation

Watching as the Tide of a Great Nation Recedes

I Sit Here, Saddened, As Our Country Bleeds