March 16, 2006

• THURSDAY WHATEVER

  The secret is to dance.

  Mirrors stop looking back
  some days,
  only voice mail takes your calls,
  and you sit down and start to wonder
  how the earth fell out from under
  quite so suddenly,
  - and then
  when all your brain cells seem to
  stumble,
  all your dreams begin to crumble,
  comes a moment you recall

  the secret is to dance.

  ---

  Deep Thought:  “If
  you ever teach a yodeling class, probably the hardest thing is to keep
  the students from just trying to yodel right off. You see, we build to
  that.”
  Today I am grateful for:   The returning green
  Guess the Movie:  “You
  know, I got a hunch, fat man. I got a hunch that it’s me from here on
  in. One ball, corner pocket. I mean, that ever happen to you? You know,
  all of a sudden you feel like you just can’t miss? ‘Cause I dreamed
  about this game, fat man. I dreamed about it every night on the road.
  Five ball. You know, this is my table, man. I own it.”  Answer:  The Hustler, 1961.  Winner: lowflyingsquab
  A Peculiar Politician
  
  by William Greider

  Senator Russ Feingold is an embarrassment to the US Senate, which 
  makes him an authentic hero of the Republic. The Wisconsin senator
  gets  up and says out loud what half of the country is thinking
  and talks  about every day. This President broke the law and lied
  about it; he trashed the Constitution and hides himself in the flag.
  Feingold asks: Shouldn’t the Senate say something about this, at least
  express our disapproval? He introduces a resolution of censure and
  calls for debate.

  Well, that tore it in the august chamber of
  lawmakers. Democrats scurried away like scared rats. And Republicans
  chortled at the thought. You want to censure our warrior President, the
  guy who defends us every day against terrorist attacks? Let’s have a
  vote right now, the Republican leader demanded. Yuk, yuk.  
  (Rest of article here.)
  

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