Susan came over just before dinner with her daughter, Julie, and 2 1/2-year-old Sophia, visiting from Connecticut. They brought us a whole chocolate cream pie (really a cake, of course), which Pat enjoyed. Daughter A. was here for dinner, as she had Back To School Night. Gave her salmon, Pat a pork chop, and I made myself Egg Beaters with spinach and tomatoes.
Saw Countdown. Keith featured a seemingly punch-drunk McC. "explaining" why he wants to postpone debating O. It's incredible that a presidential candidate can be as craven and confused as he comes across. The thought now occurs to me that he's a sacrificial lamb (or maybe gorilla). The repubs know they don't have a prayer and have shoved him up front to take the fall.
Keith showed a bit of the the criminal-in-chief, also in "explanation" mode, this time concerning the Wall Street larceny. The spoiled, semi-literate, arrogant Bush Brat disgusts and infuriates me so much I could hardly bear to watch.
Of course, the dems are no refuge, either. Here's a quote from Senator Ron Paul (R.) that expresses my sentiments exactly:
"Whenever a Great Bipartisan Consensus is announced, and a compliant media assures everyone that the wondrous actions of our wise leaders are being taken for our own good, you can know with absolute certainty that disaster is about to strike."
A pox on both their houses and the media's, too!
Just one more quote I wish I had written myself:
“What is so unnerving about the candidacy of Sarah Palin is the degree to which she represents – and her supporters celebrate – the joyful marriage of confidence and ignorance.”--Tom Graham
SATURDAY
Nothing much going on in the morning. Later, I walked to the P.O. to send some of the overseas Thanksgiving cards and check the weight of a...
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" ... the joyful marriage of confidence and ignorance."
Yeats had it right:
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
Yeats is one of my favorites and I know this one by heart; it never seems more relevant than now. Also love Wilfred Owen, the English poet/soldier who was killed in the last days of WWI. His work is almost all anti-war and is so powerful. Thanks for your comment.
... If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est
Pro patria mori.
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