Monday, October 23, 2017


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For each ecstatic instant
We must an Anguish pay
In keen an quivering ratio
To the Ecstasy.

For each beloved hour
Sharp pittances of years ––
Bitter contested Farthings –– 
And Coffers heaped with Tears.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)



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Thursday, October 19, 2017

Monday, October 16, 2017

To this we've come!




Why Should Anyone Give 

SHIT 

about 
Harvey
Weinstein?


Thursday, October 12, 2017


EXTRA! EXTRA! EXTRA!
Saturday's Asstoon at Lcom




The New Face of the BSA?

Yesterday, The BOY Scouts 
Decided to Admit 
GIRLS.

A Chasti-Chaz Bono look-alike?


What Does This Mean to You?

How Do You Feel About It?

WHY?

Wednesday, October 11, 2017

Our friend, AOW, lost two of her three beloved cats to cancer within the last six months. Cameo on Easter Sunday, and Mysti three days ago, also on a Sunday.  The following was written to honor their memory.  It seemed the least we could do to mark the passing 
of two dear friends and family members.


Cameo

To Two Departed Too Soon

Hello, you two!  
I wonder if you ever knew 
How much we‘d miss you
If you moved away?

You’re no longer within reach,
You’ve taught us all you had to teach,
I guess, but between us there’s no breach,
And so no need to say

“We love you, and we always will. ––
We’re grateful that you joined us here to fill
Happy days and times we went downhill
With antics that brought smiles each time you’d play.”

No, you don’t need us now, 
Though we shall always feel a need to show
How much we miss observing how you’d grow,
Develop, subtly changing every day.

But when the time for growing ends at last,
And we start living mostly in the past,
And wish to cling forever and hold fast
It’s then we must let go and move away.

Perhaps we’ll meet again someday, I hope.
Even though there is no cord or rope
Binding us, I feel no urge to mope,
Because the love we’ve shared will never fray.

~ FreeThinke

Mysti



Saturday, October 7, 2017



The Grave my little cottage is,
Where, keeping house for thee,
I make my parlor orderly,
And lay the marble tea,
  
For souls divided, briefly
A cycle, it may be,
Till everlasting life unite
 In warm society.

E.D. (1830-1886)





Wednesday, October 4, 2017


Shades of Madd's old "Scenes We'd Like to See"


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How many will ever go home?

 

A telling new report from Pew.

 

Dems can't get lipstick to stick on 
a $123 Billion debt.



Expect one more layer to come off 
the story today.