Savin’ the American People!
October 2nd, 2008
Oh, good grief
October 2nd, 200872 and you’re not a grown up yet, John?
Rich as can be, grew up with all life’s breaks as the son of an admiral, and life isn’t fair to him. Good grief.
OH I forgot, he was a POW!
Waaah.
McCain says Obama lead growing because ‘life isn’t fair’
Posted: 01:02 PM ET(CNN) — Sen. John McCain said Thursday that Sen. Barack Obama’s poll numbers are rising as the economy seems to sink “because life isn’t fair.”
“He certainly did nothing for the first few days,” McCain said Thursday on Fox News. “I suspended my campaign, took our ads down, came back to Washington, met with the House folks and got on the phone, and also had face-to-face meetings.”
New CNN/Time/Opinion Research Corp. polls of several key battleground states, released Wednesday, found Obama has made gains across the board — either taking statistically significant leads or erasing McCain advantages — over the past few weeks. And since the financial crisis began in mid-September, Obama has taken and held a lead over McCain in the national CNN poll of polls.
Obama joined McCain in Washington for a meeting with congressional leaders convened by the president. He said afterward was concerned “that when you start interjecting presidential politics into delicate negotiations, you could actually create more problems than less.”
Wizards
October 2nd, 2008
It’s all fun and games til someone gets turned into a frog, huh?
Harry Potter, they ain’t.
“I believe that banking institutions are more dangerous to our liberties than standing armies. If the American people ever allow private banks to control the issue of their currency, first by inflation, then by deflation, the banks and corporations that will grow up around the banks will deprive the people of all property until their children wake-up homeless on the continent their fathers conquered.”
Thomas Jefferson 1802
Longing
October 1st, 2008“I want to be courted by the truth. Let the stories that are telling our lives spin out in long multi-colored threads. Don’t tell me too much, too soon. Don’t hide anything. Tell the tales of your heart, offer them like perfect pearls coming up from the depths of the sea to be strung together, each gently clicking against the other, luminous and iridescent as they roll out of the moistness. Ten years from now, I want to hear a story of your childhood I have never heard before, and know the delight and ongoing awe of seeing each other for the first time, again and again. Give me each picture slowly, so I can sit with it and find you, and the glimpses of me, and the foreshadows of us there in the details. I want to talk in seamless conversation all night long, and find ourselves able to hold the silence together for days, our intimacy sharpened by shared solitude. — Oriah Mountain Dreamer, The Invitation
