This arrived in my inbox from our pal JAGSC. It's a photo cutline from a Texas newspaper report on the drought.
"A cotton plant has sprouted through a piece of parched, cracked earth in a West Texas field near Lubbock that was not irrigated. The irony: While supplies are low, cotton prices are their highest in years."
Jul 31, 2011
Point of Order
The gorgeous Asian airhead* on MSNBC just told me many banks have no plan to take care of their customers in the event of a "U.S. government shutdown. " Never mind that only the dimmest of wits are concerned about an imminent "shutdown."
More to the point: Maybe my banks have a plan to return my money under unfortunate scenarios. Maybe they don't. If per chance they refuse to honor the contracts between us, I have a plan. I say again,"I."
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*Didn't catch her name, but no matter. Her chief impact is to make me very sad that I lack Milt Caniff's talent. I'd love to draw her in a Dragon Lady cheong sam.
More to the point: Maybe my banks have a plan to return my money under unfortunate scenarios. Maybe they don't. If per chance they refuse to honor the contracts between us, I have a plan. I say again,"I."
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*Didn't catch her name, but no matter. Her chief impact is to make me very sad that I lack Milt Caniff's talent. I'd love to draw her in a Dragon Lady cheong sam.
Domestic Matters
Washington, D.C. is downwind of me a thousand miles or so, yet living here is still an existence in hot, wet wind.
(1) Even before 7 a.m. the air conditioner is huffing, and I'm feeling only trace amounts of guilt at selfishly depleting the world's dwindling supply of energy resources. I'm afraid the caribou and my posterity will simply need to adapt.
(2) On Dawn patrol this morning the atmosphere was composed of mist rising from the fields everywhere.
(3) Paper matches will not ignite.
(4) New Dog Libby is no longer interested in following me outside.
(1) Even before 7 a.m. the air conditioner is huffing, and I'm feeling only trace amounts of guilt at selfishly depleting the world's dwindling supply of energy resources. I'm afraid the caribou and my posterity will simply need to adapt.
(2) On Dawn patrol this morning the atmosphere was composed of mist rising from the fields everywhere.
(3) Paper matches will not ignite.
(4) New Dog Libby is no longer interested in following me outside.
Jul 29, 2011
Live-blogging Armageddon
Me. Stariing at the podium which awaits the Presence of President Barack Obama.
He could not possibly mention the 14th Amendment.
Could he?
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UPDATE: Whew. Brief and banal, a rehash of things past. Just what we needed from this fellow. And I mean that without irony; when this president goes beyond the worn-out slogans of the neighborhood organizer, things get dangerous.
(A suggestion: Fire the speech-writing clown who penned that tortured line about a triple-A political system to match our triple-A credit rating. I know, I just said how much we welcome your banality, but, Sir, there are limits. Triggering gag reflexes among the literate does you no good.)
He could not possibly mention the 14th Amendment.
Could he?
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UPDATE: Whew. Brief and banal, a rehash of things past. Just what we needed from this fellow. And I mean that without irony; when this president goes beyond the worn-out slogans of the neighborhood organizer, things get dangerous.
(A suggestion: Fire the speech-writing clown who penned that tortured line about a triple-A political system to match our triple-A credit rating. I know, I just said how much we welcome your banality, but, Sir, there are limits. Triggering gag reflexes among the literate does you no good.)
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