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The zeal of the Lord Almighty

December 25, 2009

Every warrior’s boot used in battle and every garment rolled in blood will be destined for burning, will be fuel for the fire. For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. Of the increase of his government and peace there will be no end. He will reign on David’s throne and over his kingdom, establishing and upholding it with justice and righteousness from that time on and forever. The zeal of the LORD Almighty will accomplish this.

Isaiah 9:5-7

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Health care reform: What could possibly go wrong?

August 21, 2009

Leave it to Rush Limbaugh to put things into their proper perspective. This from his show a few days ago:

“Obama’s health care plan will be written by a committee whose head, John Conyers, says he doesn’t understand it. It’ll be passed by Congress that has not read it, signed by a president who smokes, funded by a Treasury chief who didn’t pay his taxes, overseen by a Surgeon General who is obese, and financed by a country that’s nearly broke.  What could possibly go wrong?”

When you put it like that (and that’s about as accurate a description of this disaster as anyone can come up with), it is no wonder why the American people are so opposed to Obamacare. This president has not delivered on any of his campaign promises, has surrounded himself with a cabinet full of thugs…and wonders why things have become, in his words, “all wee-weed up.”

The final House vote on this bill cannot come soon enough. Kill this thing and be done with it.

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Some Great Depression Poetry

August 21, 2009

My great-grandfather wrote this poem, which was published on October 11, 1934 in the Gary Post-Tribune in Gary, IN.

Politics

The politician’s day is here,
I think I’ll join the clan,
And here’s my platform that is sure
To please most any man.

I promise you I’ll legislate;
I’ll work with all my might
That spooners in my district will
Have moonlight every night.

And winter coal bills are a drag
Upon my people dear,
And so I’ll legislate to have
The summer all the year.

And apple trees and succotash,
And pork-chop vines and lard;
We’ll get free seeds from Washington
To plant in every yard.

These unemployment days are done;
We’ll lick this thing by gosh,
And all be making money if
We do each other’s wash.

Of course you think this silly stuff;
But just the same, my dears,
It’s like the promises we’ve had
For years and years and years.

— Sic Vita

Not much has changed since then…..but I guess that’s the whole point of the poem anyway.

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Ozymandias

August 2, 2009

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter’d visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp’d on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock’d them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
“My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

— Percy Bysshe Shelley, 1818