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Monday, May 11. 2009

The GOP's woman problem. A friend of mine says it's because women expect their husbands to dump them for younger gals, and hope the gummint will fill in.

So sorry that I made a little joke.

Sambo brand? Bigotry of the Left

Father Cutie's story. What do you expect with a name like that?

Bad depression. Give me ECT, anytime, if it will help with the Obama Blues.

Semi-related: Politicians as shrinks. Gimme a break.

Pope walks out. Good Pope.

Kami is back.

Woops. Ocean warming (?) doesn't fit the computer models. But does it fit "the narrative"?

Carbon-free sugar? What's the point? All food is full of carbon, and so are we. We are what is termed a carbon-based life form. Carbon is a good foundation for tons of cool molecules, hence Organic Chemistry. It means carbon-based chemistry.

Semi-related: A boycott of US Treasury vehicles. I would not drive one.

A push-back at the O's college speeches

Big-time debt. What for? Oh, I almost forgot. It's not their money.

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See her as she flies
Golden sails across the skies
Close enough to touch
But careful if you try
Though she looks as warm as gold
The moon's a harsh mistress
The moon can be so cold

Once the sun did shine
And Lord it felt so fine
The moon a phantom rose
Through the mountains and the pine
And then the darkness fell
The moon's a harsh mistress
It's hard to love her well

I fell out of her eyes
I fell out of her heart
I fell down on my face, yes I did
And I tripped and I missed my star
And I fell and fell alone
The moon's a harsh mistress
The sky is made of stone

The moon's a harsh mistress
She's hard to call your own

#1 KRW on 2009-05-11 21:31 (Reply)

Look now
as she'll be gone tomorrow
Our fantasy
dead to the marrow

Only a day
out of twenty eight
in which to
seal our fate

Harsh, the fullness
of the one
who leaves us
to sail alone

Her siren song
ensnaring all who hear
to take the fall
while standing naked at the ball

#1.1 Luther McLeod on 2009-05-11 22:03 (Reply)

Uh, what library would that be and where would I be finding it?

#2 Jephnol (Link) on 2009-05-11 22:02 (Reply)

That depends on what the meaning of 'it' is.

Jephnol,

Do you think Pascal is in heaven or hell?

"The Moon is a Harsh Mistress" is a book title of Robert Heinlein's.
I wonder who penned the words first.
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#2.1 Meta on 2009-05-11 22:22 (Reply)

first one is a judy collins song. don't know who wrote it, though.

#3 kab on 2009-05-11 22:15 (Reply)

Following the links we arrive at this very important insight:
http://www.conspiracyarchive.com/Blog/?p=565

#4 facultywife on 2009-05-12 01:47 (Reply)

Meta, Pascal is a Blaise. One, two, three, four...

In the afterlife
You could be headed for the serious strife
Now you make the scene all day
But tomorrow there'll be Hell to pay

People listen attentively
I mean about future calamity
I used to think the idea was obsolete
Until I heard the old man stamping his feet.

This is a place where eternally
Fire is applied to the body
Teeth are extruded and bones are ground
Then baked into cakes which are passed around.

Beauty, talent, fame, money, refinement
Top skill and brain
But all the things you try to hide
Will be revealed on the other side.

Now the D and the A and the M
and the N and the A
And the T and the I-O-N
Lose your face, lose your name
Then get fitted for a suit of flame

#5 Jephnol (Link) on 2009-05-12 07:01 (Reply)

Gee, I wish I could write poetry. I knew when I went to bed last nite that picture would not be there in the morning.
Good to see that the Lord of the manor is on longer digging holes in the desert. Quennie is back after a hiatus in a bong bong cell. Mr Belvedere, still drinks vodka.
I am Spartacus!! there, I beat you to it
I'm jealous ,you get to go to the library and chase hot chicks, and I get to watch sheep all day.
Life on this farm ain't fair.
I'm going to pout all day long. : )

#5.1 jappy on 2009-05-12 07:20 (Reply)

I just wondered if God appreciated a bookie. First time I read Pascal's wager, the first thought that came into my mind was 'He should have kept his mouth shut.' Doubt is natural: Bookmaking on belief is not.
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#5.2 Meta on 2009-05-12 17:46 (Reply)

Sorry about that...

#6 Jephnol (Link) on 2009-05-12 07:04 (Reply)

Sorry about what? I am the "you" in your poem? It's not "you" understood? Dang. You wasted a good poem, Jephnol. Hell of a rude insult attempt, but it's wasted on me.
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#6.1 Meta on 2009-05-12 18:06 (Reply)

Hahaha...you're mental! The "you" in your poem is the what? Stop personalizing crap it's annoying. The "poem" is a song by the Squirrel Nut Zippers; I was playing for God's sake. If I want to insult you I'll do a much better job than that...but I have no intention of insulting you. I like you you goob.

And how in God's name would I know if Blaise Pascal (the "you" in the song as I intended it) is burning in hell? That's between him and God, although I have no doubt there are bookies in heaven (given that heaven exists in the first place).

Meta...you're funny.

#6.1.1 Jephnol (Link) on 2009-05-12 19:39 (Reply)

Put a lid on it.

#6.1.1.1 ron on 2009-05-12 20:22 (Reply)

Hey Ron! STFU and mind your own business.

#6.1.1.1.1 Jephnol (Link) on 2009-05-12 21:28 (Reply)

Hahaha... you'er mental !... Put a lid on it . A favorite of mine by the Squirrel Nut Zippers.

you might like it too.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=na1yQ_fKUF0

#6.1.1.1.1.1 ron on 2009-05-12 22:41 (Reply)

Heh. Yeah I'm mental alright! My apologies. And do you know what's really stupid? I like that tune and I was thinking just the other day I wanted to put it up on my Facebook page.

Again, sorry. And thanks for the link.

#6.1.1.1.1.1.1 Jephnol (Link) on 2009-05-12 23:34 (Reply)

Very easy to misconstrue what you said, Jephnol. I did it. Were Meta not 'mental' this blog would be a lot less fun. Besides, we men should be so lucky to have a mate as 'mental' as Meta. Anything beats a dullard.

#6.1.1.2 Luther McLeod on 2009-05-12 21:41 (Reply)

Respectfully, I ask you, were you confused that the Squirrel Nut Zippers song was directed at Meta? That I was "insulting" her?

Asked if Pascal is going to hell, I responded "Pascal is a Blaise" playing with his name, "a Blaise" and "ablaze". Hell. Get it? Then an apology for being silly brings an accusation of my throwing insults around. There are mighty tender feelings afoot.

Luther, I like Meta a lot. too, but seriously she's a tough chick and she can throw elbows with the best I've seen so I pushed a little. Meta, if I offended you I apologize. It was not my intention.

Thanks for politely putting me in my place Luther...your correction is always well received even if I cannot see the light.

#6.1.1.2.1 Jephnol (Link) on 2009-05-12 22:04 (Reply)

Respectfully in return. Yes, I was confused, it did seem that you were condemning Meta to hell, not personally, but through the poem. That's what I read from it. As I said... this medium is a tough one, very easy to misconstrue words when not accompanied by tone, body language, etc.

And yes, Meta can take care of herself. She needs no knight.

No intention of being a corrector... not my place.

#6.1.1.2.1.1 Luther McLeod on 2009-05-12 22:26 (Reply)

I suppose I thought the context was telling enough:

Pascal is "ablaze", followed by a song about hell...that coupled with the fact that IIRC I've never told anyone to go to hell on this blog. The fact is I really kind of have a hard time believing in a place called hell, never mind that it would just be rude.

The song by the way doesn't condemn anyone to hell, rather it seems to me to be a tongue-in-cheek cautionary tale. It's whimsical, not damning. Stripped of music it may be without proper cues to its intent, but I cannot hear it without the sounds rattling around my head.

I think Ron complemented your point I might add, as I mistook his song title as something completely different. You'll note above though, I've apologized because I was acting like Meta.

#6.1.1.2.1.1.1 Jephnol (Link) on 2009-05-12 23:55 (Reply)

"The "you" in your poem is the what?"

'you understood' is a grammar phrase that means the 'you' in a piece of writing extends to everyone, not just to one particular person.

As for being 'annoying as crap', bite me. You want me to take things as BD or Barrister might take them? You'd never get any commentary out of me much less anything funny. I direct a question to you, I expect a personal response. Simple.

Glad you like me.
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#6.1.1.3 Meta on 2009-05-12 21:51 (Reply)

Oh boy. Hahahaha.

#6.1.1.3.1 Jephnol (Link) on 2009-05-12 22:22 (Reply)

I know. hahahahahaha
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#6.1.1.3.1.1 Meta on 2009-05-12 22:35 (Reply)

Re GOP woman problem: Women are genetically programmed to trade freedom for security. That is why government safety nets appeal to them. Interesting how the beginning of Big Government meshes so closely with giving women the right to vote.

#7 feeblemind on 2009-05-12 09:27 (Reply)

It just dawned on me --the contry is in the middle of a gigantic divorce proceeding. The Dems are the women, the Pubs are the men. It plays that way in every example you can think of --behavior, property, aggression, defensiveness, and it's a custody case, too --the nation is the only child --

#7.1 buddy larsen on 2009-05-12 11:14 (Reply)

Excellent analogy; a small detail not mentioned is..
the woman's got a razor in her back pocket and no one can find a tourniquet.

#7.1.1 ron on 2009-05-12 12:07 (Reply)

Women are programmed to do anything to take care of their offspring. That force is perhaps stronger than the force it takes men to walk into battle: But it should not be diminished into political terms because freedom is a small thing when it comes to saving a child. That's where you guys come in - take care of that freedom so the 'living' child may grow in it. They are your offspring as well as your future.
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#7.1.2 Meta on 2009-05-12 18:20 (Reply)

Aye, woman kind is a shrinkin' minority.

That be why the youngsters be wearin' Cougar bait T-shirts in the hood.

I talked with a former state rep the o'day.

He said his sons are both shacked up with cougars and for it he be concerned about their future.

So, he's enrolled in community college to set the lads an example.

But yall must remember, this is the Land of Enchantment.

#7.2 Leag on 2009-05-12 11:24 (Reply)

we was coon hunting one night and the dogs treed a cougar. But we thought it was a coon, so the other guy climgs up to shake him loose. Cougar lit int0 him and he starts screaming & hollering for me to "shoot shoot!"

i holler up that i can't tell 'em apart--

he hollers back "just shoot dammit one of us has GOT to get some relief!"

#7.2.1 buddy larsen on 2009-05-14 11:26 (Reply)

Mr. Flaherty's joke is insulting and a bit coarse. I loved it. I see nothing for him to apologize for -- or, if he should, there's a looong line of Bush-bashers who should show him how.

#8 Geoff on 2009-05-12 10:11 (Reply)

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