I suppose this is what is called the dead of winter; at least I'm dead sick of it. A friend posted a photo of a robin today which made me feel a little better.-------
One year from today a new president will be sworn in. Looks like the same-old same-old political hoodoo. The new Congress we appointed in '06—the ones whom vowed to "change the direction of America's future"—has done exactly squat. It won't change 'til The People really want it to change. Personally, I don't much care. In fact, I would like to see the Republican Huckabee elected and finish steering this once great nation down the road of religious intolerance and to eventual self strangulation. The headline in the Times of London might read "America Commits Suicide: R.I.P & Amen"!
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Took my pocket camera out for a spin and damn near got frostbitten fingers. My ass was warm so I figured my hands would be ok too. I may have average intelligence, but my smarts are way below measurable. The above photo was made with the new camera. About what one would expect from an inexpensive point-and-shoot model.
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I feel a big rant coming on, but I have so much to fuss about I'm having a difficult time putting it into perspective. Of course, not knowing what to say hasn't quelled my caustic quill before. I'm sure you can't wait to read my special insight and wisdom. It is a gift.
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I want to write a new poem or six, but my winter addled brain just isn't responding to stimuli. Sigh...
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