Bush Library????

Bush Library? The untimate oxymoron? What is on the shelves? Comic strips about stupid wars? Verily, it doth boggle the mind!

LETTER TO JACKIE

Dear Jackie


Will there ever be rational control of firearms? I find it hard to understand why there are more stringent regulations concerning owning and driving an automobile than there are about guns.
Does NRA mean "Not Rational Associates"?
Back to owning and driving an automoble. There are laws concerning proper maintenance and insurance for the automobile. Why can't there be innsurance requirements for guns? It would provide care and compensation for those wounded, or the families of those wounded or killed by a firearm.

The time has come for good sense to prevail.

Lewis Carroll poetry

"The time has come," the Walrus said,

"To talk of many things:

Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--

Of cabbages--and kings--

And why the sea is boiling hot--

And whether pigs have wings."


  My favorite verse from one of my favorite poems, Silly and profound.

ULTIMATE STUPIDITY

Reuters) - The Federal Aviation Administration said on Friday it will close 149 air traffic control towers at small airports across the country beginning on April 7 as it copes with automatic federal spending cuts.
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How many will die at the hands of the fools who are running the show?
The dumbing down of government will be the death of us all.
Pitiful ! Assinine !!

WAR

I opened my Chronicle this morning and was immediately struck by the front page image of the Lafayette crosses. My daughter lives near the site and when I visit her I pass by the Memorial. A constant reminder of the madness and futility of war. And, each time I see the field, the famous World War 1 poem, IN FLANDERS FIELD comes to mind. I'm 80 years old, and it seems that all my life there has been one war after another. When will we ever learn?


In Flanders fields the poppies blow

Between the crosses, row on row,

That mark our place; and in the sky

The larks, still bravely singing, fly

Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,

Loved and were loved, and now we lie,

In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:

To you from failing hands we throw

The torch; be yours to hold it high.

If ye break faith with us who die

We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.

John McCrae

GOP is-----------------------

Grungy Old Poopheads

Rancid Prebus

HAIKU

FROM DAD TO DAUGHTER

LOVE FLOWING LIKE A RIVER

STRONG. WIDE, PERMANENT