Thursday, February 27, 2014


On the Shore of Lake Huron Near Mackinac Island 
...||| NOT TRUE |||...
The images are real, but they were taken in Antarctica by astrophysicist Tony Travouillon with TMT/Caltech, who published a series of amazing photos on his website. 
Thanks to Jez, who asked if these were not in fact pictures of Antarctica

Michigan is having her coldest winter in decades

Water expands when it freezes, and at Macinaw City the water in Lake Huron below the surface ice was supercooled. It expanded to break through the surface ice and created this formidable wave. This phenomenon occurs regularly in Antarctica, but in Michigan?


Yes, there could be no greater proof than this
that GLOBAL WARMING poses the biggest threat 
to the continued survival of human existence.

WE APOLOGIZE FOR PASSING ON AN EMAIL HOAX. IT SEEMED ENTIRELY PLAUSIBLE, HOWEVER, GIVEN THAT NIAGARA FALLS HAS "FROZEN SOLID" IN THE PAST.


[NOTE: Niagara Falls has effectively “frozen solid” several times. Namely in 1848, 1902, 1911, 1936, 2007, 2011, 2012 according to mixed sources found on Google.]


Snopes and the other verification services seem eager to quibble about the exact dates of the photographs circulated, and are quick to say the falls have never really frozen SOLID –– meaning that the Niagara River has never stopped flowing entirely, and that there has ALWAYS been motion in the falls, even though it be reduced to a tiny trickle –– behind a FIFTY-FOOT THICK facade of solid ice. If the promoters of Myths and Urban Legends slant their material to serve an “agenda,” so do the “verification services” all of whom seem firmly seated on the left of every disputed item with political implications.

We despise out-and-out lies, but we also hold distortions of the truth and slanted, nit-picking, agenda-driven reportage in equally low esteem. - FT



Tuesday, February 25, 2014


_____ LONGEVITY _____

The horse and mule live thirty years, 
And nothing know of wines and beers.
The goat and sheep at twenty die, 
and never taste of scotch or rye.
Cows drink water by the ton, 
and by eighteen, they're mostly done.
The dog at fifteen cashes in, 
without the aid of rum and gin.
 The cat in milk and water soaks, 
And then in twelve short years it croaks.
The modest, sober, bone-dry hen 
Lays eggs for nogs, then dies at ten.
All animals are strictly dry; 
They sinless live and sinless die.
But sinful, ginful, rum-soaked men 
Survive for three score years and ten.
 And some of them, though very few, 
Stay drunk yet live past ninety-two!

- Anonymous


Monday, February 24, 2014



J.S. BACH HITS RED CHINA

JESU, JOY of MAN'S DESIRING

As You've Never Heard It Before

ASTONISHING!

Happy Birthday AOW!
from
FreeThinke

Saturday, February 22, 2014

The Story of Edward 
“Ed” Mezvinsky 


Do you know this man? He is Edward "Ed" Mezvinsky, born January 17, 1937.

Now, you are probably thinking, “Who the heck is Ed Mezvinsky?”

Well, he is a former Democrat congressman who represented Iowa's 1st congressional district in the United States House of Representatives for two terms, from 1973 to 1977.

He sat on the House Judiciary Committee that decided the fate of Richard Nixon.

He was outspoken saying that Nixon was a crook and a disgrace to politics and the nation and should be impeached.

He and the Clintons were friends and politically intertwined for years.

Ed Mezvinsky had an affair with NBC News reporter Marjorie Sue Margolies and later married her after his wife divorced him.

In 1993, Marjorie Margolies-Mezvinsky, then a freshman Democrat in Congress, cast the deciding vote that got President Bill Clinton’s controversial tax package through the House of Representatives.

In March 2001, Mezvinsky was indicted and later pleaded guilty to 31 of 69 counts of bank fraud, mail fraud, and wire fraud.

Ed Mezvinsky embezzled more than $10 million dollars from people via both a Ponzi scheme and the notorious Nigerian e-mail scams.

He was found guilty and sentenced to 80 months in federal prison.

After serving less than five years in federal prison, he was released in April 2008 and remains on federal probation.

To this day, he still owes $9.4 million in restitution to his victims.


THE REST OF THE STORY

Long before now you were probably thinking, “So what? Another Washington crook and hypocrite? Ho Hum! Does anyone else inhabit the District of Columbia these days?”


Well, here are 
Marc and Chelsea Mezvinsky


That's right. Ed Mezvinsky is Chelsea Clinton's father-in law!

Now Marc and Chelsea are in their early thirties and have recently purchased a 10.5 million dollar apartment in New York City.

If Ed Mezvinsky were Jenna or Barbara Bush's –– or better yet –– Sarah Palin's daughter's father-in-law, the news would be reported endlessly and chewed on avidly, gleefully and ferociously by the enemedia.

And yet liberals would insist there are no double standards in political reporting.

Draw your own conclusions.

If you’re a typical Democrat, you probably think all this is just peachy keen, hunkey dory, and AOK –– or if you don't you'd be loath to admit it, right?

[NOTE: This material had been verified by SNOPES, and most of it appears in Wikipedia under “Edward Mezvinsky.”]



Thursday, February 20, 2014

DISREGARD THIS 
AT YOUR PERIL



In case you missed this NBC news video January 9, you may want to watch it. We all need to be aware of what is written on the hospital admission form or it could cost us a lot of money we may be unprepared to pay. Do take time to contact your Congresscreature, if you have a concern.


Two Little Words 

"UNDER OBSERVATION"

Can Ruin You Financially

Whether you are the Medicare recipient or your older family relative is, this is something of which you must be aware BEFORE a trip to the hospital. Saw it last evening on NBC Nightly News and was shocked. Never heard of this before and you probably have not either.

Please forward this to as many folks as possible. And contact your senators and representatives 
about much-needed changes to the regulations.

CLICK, WATCH, WEEP, then ACT.







Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Monday, February 17, 2014

My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night,
But Ah! my friends, 
And Ah! my foes,
It sheds a lovely light.

~ Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950)

~ § ~


Friday, February 14, 2014


My life closed twice before its close
It yet remains to see
If Immortality unveil
A third Event to me.
So huge, so hopeless to conceive
As these which twice befell!
Parting is all we know of Heaven,
And all we need of Hell.

~ Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)



"Grief is the price we pay for love."

~ Queen Elizabeth II of Great Britain


Thursday, February 13, 2014


LEST WE FORGET

RECESSIONAL (1897)

God of our fathers, known of old,   
   Lord of our far-flung battle-line,   
Beneath whose awful Hand we hold
   Dominion over palm and pine —
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,   
Lest we forget — lest we forget!

The tumult and the shouting dies;
   The Captains and the Kings depart:   
Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice,
   An humble and a contrite heart.
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,   
Lest we forget — lest we forget!

Far-called, our navies melt away;
   On dune and headland sinks the fire:   
Lo, all our pomp of yesterday
   Is one with Nineveh and Tyre!   
Judge of the Nations, spare us yet,   
Lest we forget — lest we forget!

If, drunk with sight of power, we loose   
   Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe,   
Such boastings as the Gentiles use,
   Or lesser breeds without the Law —
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget — lest we forget!

For heathen heart that puts her trust   
   In reeking tube and iron shard,
All valiant dust that builds on dust,
   And guarding, calls not Thee to guard,   
For frantic boast and foolish word —
Thy mercy on Thy People, Lord!

~ Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936)

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

The NEW SONG of the SOUTH
[And Here You Thought 
UNCLE REMUS 
Needed Banning!]


Tuesday, February 11, 2014







I died for Beauty, but was scarce
Adjusted in theTomb,
When one who died for Truth was lain
In an adjoining room.

He questioned softly why I failed?
"For Beauty," I replied.
"And I for Truth –– the two are one;
We brethren are," he said.

And so, as kinsmen met a-night,
We talked between the rooms,
Until the moss had reached our lips,
And covered up our names. 
 ~ Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)



Monday, February 10, 2014


A government 
that’s run amok 
It's citizens 
will surely fok!


Saturday, February 8, 2014

Could the gaping black hole in the center be unintentionally symbolic?

DYNASTY 
by Anne Animus

A paterfamilias named Joe
To whose dynastic dreams, God said, “NO!”
Had four sons who rose high.
He’d see three of them die,
And the fourth play a windbag of woe.

~ § ~

The matriarch Rose had it rough
Staying constantly pregnant was tough
Hearing Joe’s mistress sing
In the family guest wing
Made her feel that “Enough is enough!”

~ § ~

But Rose, a resilient old bird
In case you never have heard,
Lived to one-hundred-four,
Though we can’t think what for,
Except triumph, till she was interred. 
     
~ § ~

Joe, Jr. was killed in the sky;
“Giving service,” they said “on the fly.”
Heaven knows what we missed
When Mortality kissed
The first K-son, and bid him "Good bye!".

~ § ~

After Jack became prexy a stroke
Sidelined Joe, but he failed to croak
His wife’s deep resentment
Deprived Joe of contentment,
Then Oswald made Joe’s life a joke.

 ~ § ~

Sirhan Sirhan then took Bobby,
Who was power-mad, and prone to lobby
To reach greater heights,
But in Sirhan’s gun sites
He lost every ambition and hobby.

~ § `

The corpulent creep they called Teddy
Led a life vile, incautious and heady.
“Chap my dick quick!” he cried,
But poor Mary Jo died.
(She drowned before Teddy was ready!)

~ § ~

No one should e’er sing a threnody
For even a single Kennedy.
We shan’t sing a dirge,
For these folk were a scourge –
An entity without amenity.




Thursday, February 6, 2014


Fulfillment

For this my mother wrapped me warm,
And called me home against the storm,
And coaxed my infant nights to quiet,
And gave me roughage in my diet,
And tucked me in my bed at eight,
And clipped my hair, and marked my weight,
And watched me as I sat and stood:
That I might grow to womanhood
To hear a whistle and drop my wits
And break my heart to clattering bits.

~ Dorothy Parker (1893-1967)




Sunday, February 2, 2014