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The Patient Ox (aka Hénock Gugsa)

G r e e t i n g s !

** TPO **
an irreligious blog
with egalitarian and individualist tendencies!


On the menu ... politics, music, poetry, and other good stuff.
There is humor, but there is blunt seriousness here as well!


Parfois, on parle français ici aussi. Tous sont les bienvenus!

Intelligent comments are always welcome!

Monday, December 31, 2012

Foreign Lands - by Robert Louis Stevenson


Robert Louis Stevenson
Foreign Lands
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by Robert Louis Stevenson

Up into the cherry tree
Who should climb but little me?
I held the trunk with both my hands
And looked abroad in foreign lands.

I saw the next door garden lie,
Adorned with flowers, before my eye,
And many pleasant places more
That I had never seen before.

I saw the dimpling river pass
And be the sky's blue looking-glass;
The dusty roads go up and down
With people tramping in to town.

If I could find a higher tree
Farther and farther I should see,
To where the grown-up river slips
Into the sea among the ships,

To where the road on either hand
Lead onward into fairy land,
Where all the children dine at five,
And all the playthings come alive.
 
 

Thursday, December 27, 2012

Microcosme de France - par TPO


Lencloître - 4 juin 2012

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par la Nouvelle République.fr
Lencloître

    
Pays:                   France
Canton:              Lencloître 
Région:               Poitou-Charentes
Département:       Vienne
Arrondissement:   Châtellerault


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Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Guilty by Reason of Hypocrisy! - by TPO



Mike Crapo

TPO (a.k.a. FormerET)

Comments on

 "Idaho senator charged with DUI" *

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[Sunday, December 23, 2012 - Senator Mike Crapo, R. Idaho, was arrested on a DUI charge in Alexandria, VA. The senator, it turns out, is also a Mormon bishop.  His religion forbids the drinking of alcohol and other beverages such as tea and coffee!]**



Pirates wrote ...
12:30 PM CST
His name reminds me of a Senator from South Dakota. His name was Joe Bottom. Believe it or not, he named his daughter Rosie. Can you believe that? True story. Back in the 1960's. Yes, he was a Conservative Republican.
FormerET responds ...
12:37 PM CST
ha ha ha. That's hilarious.
I was about to comment that Mr. Crap-o must have had a harsh childhood ... what with all the cruel name calling and such. It is a miracle he did not end up being a bully or something. Oh wait. He did become a senator, didn't he?
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FormerET wrote ...
12:50 PM CST
Idaho? ....hmm-mm?
Isn't that the state with another hypocrite Republican Senator who was caught soliciting homosexual favors in an airport restroom some years back?
Whazzup, Idaho?
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FormerET wrote ...
1:10 PM CST
Date: December 24, 2012
Message to William Shakespeare:
Instead of the lawyers, first thing we need to do here is get rid of all religious fanatics, and hypocrites in congress! But if there are lawyers amongst them, them too!
Sincerely,
Your American cousins
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Windy_Denizen wrote ...
1:59 PM CST
He was pretty hammered. 
Not sure what sect of Mormonism he follows but it appears to be pretty liberal.
FormerET responds...
2:09 PM CST
The MoreGin sect, maybe? But they are not liberal by a long stretch!
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Bmdboy wrote ...
2:10 PM CST
Australia says thank you America.... For having a drunken republican senator named Crapo.....
Your still the funniest nation on earth Merry Christmas. Please drive and shoot responsibly.
FormerET responds ...
2:26 PM CST
@Bmdboy:
I'd say we aim to please ... but that is so cliché.
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icyone wrote ...
2:24 PM CST
Maybe the fact that he got elected 3 times is just Montana's way of p**ing at DC & the Gov't long distance.
Rileymon responds ...
2:34 PM CST
IDAHO, not Montana - please, there is a big difference!
FormerET responds ...
2:36 PM CST
And maybe Idaho wants to be famous for something other than potatoes!?
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KBlit wrote ...
2:44 PM CST
A name that is fully consistent with being a member of congress. Anyway he will apologize and be reelected in a landslide and if he had a gun, run for president.
FormerET responds ...
2:51 PM CST
Or he could join the crazy pundits and assorted villains at FOX where they magically make news out of nothing for the propagation of fear and hate.
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Joseph Calling wrote ...
2:51 PM CST
Whew! It's a good thing he didn't have a woman not his wife in the car with him, and it's a good thing he didn't drive it off a bridge and leave her to drown. Oh, yeah, that was someone else.
cfrost1 responds ...
2:53 PM CST
How many years, decades, centuries are you guys going to be milking that?
FormerET responds ...
2:57 PM CST
Milking? ... No, they're drinking!
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yokosuka1985 wrote ...
3:03 PM CST
Amazing people still drink and drive these days.
cfrost1 responds ...
3:16 PM CST
Perhaps God gave him special permission.
FormerET responds ...
3:18 PM CST
I hope he is not a pilot also. I don't like where that scenario leads!
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Rush2112CA wrote ...
3:13 PM CST
What happend to the hooker in the car?
FormerET responds ...
3:19 PM CST
Maybe fbutler1 and his right wing cronies here can give the answer to that one.
Hoya4692 responds ...
3:28 PM CST
Hmmm, male or female?
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neraksmar wrote ...
3:22 PM CST
A very unfortunate last name.
FormerET responds ...
3:34 PM CST
Or maybe an appropriate (i.e. prophetic) name, nonetheless!
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FormerET wrote ...
3:55 PM CST
"When will they ever learn?" is a phrase from that old folk song, "Where have all the flowers gone?"
Apparently, we all must be dunderheads for constantly thinking and doing the wrong things over and over again. What they say about the short memory and attention span must really be true.
A possible solution ...
I believe that history should be taught at every level of the education experience in this country. And by history, I don't mean the revisionist kind. We should hammer ourselves with local, national, and world history as school curricula. That way, maybe, no one will try to pull the wool over our heads ... tell us "up is down" , "wrong is right", etc.
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chindi--s wrote
5:59 PM CST
At least as a good right wing ideologue absolutist, he doesn't consume the devil’s brew--well maybe not!
FormerET responds ...
8:05 PM CST
Isn't "Absolut" some kind of vodka?
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laytonian2 wrote ...
6:08 PM CST
NRA response to Crapo's arrest:
"Let's put mini-bars in all vehicles, to stop drunk driving!"
FormerET responds ...
6:15 PM CST
Or said another way ...
The trouble with killing is not the guns ... it's the killers!
And it follows ...
The trouble with drinking is not the liquor ... it's the drunkard!
amazd responds ...
6:36 PM CST
Let's ban alcoholic beverages. We know how that worked the first time.
FormerET responds ...
7:10 PM CST
Nah, just ban gun users and drunkards. Problem solved because you are dealing with the demand side, not the supply. 
You will be given ownership licenses only. Why should society give you permission to drink (whether to excess or not) or to use your firearm to kill another human being.
We will have the best kind of Catch-22 situation - one that will force people to think and to act responsibly.
And of-course if you don't want to abide by society's laws, then you can go and live in the wilds. Even a "survivalist" would need to live in a community to one degree or another.
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FormerET wrote ...
6:42 PM CST
Re: " Crapo is serving his third term in the Senate. "
I wouldn't say that Senator Crapo is any kind of a servant. The only "serving" he is associated with seems to be either some rapturous praises from his constituents in Idaho ... or the shots of boilermakers he will soon be vowing to ban from his life.
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scottmmanson1 wrote ...
7:42 PM CST
At least he did not drive into the water with his mistress like some other Senator
FormerET responds ...
7:44 PM CST
another crapo comment!
scottmmanson1 responds ...
7:45 PM CST
I think we should call dui driving like a kennedy.
FormerET responds ...
8:03 PM CST
It is DUI ... not DLK, genius.
In case it needs to be spelled out ...
DUI ==> driving under the influence
or in the present situation, we might be tempted to say ...
DUI => driver usually inebriated 
And we are concerned with the living only. We leave the dead rest in peace.
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* posted by Rosalind S. Helderman in the Washington Post,Dec. 23, 2012
** Source:  http://www.washingtonpost.com/blogs/post-politics/wp/2012/12/23/idaho-senator-charged-with-dui/


Saturday, December 22, 2012

Merry X-Mas, Everyone! - by TPO



 "I wonder as I wander"

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by

Annalisa Kerrigan


Annalisa Kerrigan


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 "I Wonder As I Wander"
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I wonder as I wander out under the sky
How Jesus the Savior did come for to die
For poor on'ry people like you and like I;
I wonder as I wander ... out under the sky.

When Mary birthed Jesus 'twas in a cow's stall
With wise men and farmers and shepherds and all
But high from God's heaven, a star's light did fall
And the promise of ages it then did recall.

If Jesus had wanted for any wee thing
A star in the sky or a bird on the wing
Or all of God's Angels in heaven to sing
He surely could have had it, 'cause He was the King.

I wonder as I wander out under the sky
How Jesus the Savior did come for to die
For poor on'ry people like you and like I;
I wonder as I wander ... out under the sky.





Friday, December 21, 2012

Cutting to the Core with Jim Brown - by TPO


Jim Brown








Jim Brown on Vikings’ Peterson

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by Brian Murphy **


When Jim Brown talks football greatness, there is no vagueness. And when the hall of fame running back talks about Adrian Peterson, there is deep admiration for how the Vikings' star ball carrier is stalking 2,000 yards and Eric Dickerson's 1984 single-season rushing record. 

Brown never missed a start in nine seasons with the Cleveland Browns, retiring in 1965 as the NFL's leading rusher with 12,312 yards. Forty-seven years later, he still ranks ninth of all time.
Now 76 years old, Brown lives in Los Angeles with his wife, Monique. For 24 years, the couple has run Amer-I-Can, a social outreach program designed to curb gang violence and rehabilitate troubled youth. 
In 2009, Brown invited Peterson to his house and interviewed him for the Sporting News, and the two developed a long-distance relationship. Brown spoke via telephone with the Pioneer Press on Wednesday morning, Dec. 19. 

Q: How would you characterize Adrian Peterson's season and his production right now, 1,812 yards with two games to go?
 
A: I think -- of course, like everybody else that has eyes -- he is doing a tremendous job and he's showing so many things about greatness. One of them is that a man like Adrian, he has overcome a very devastating injury, and to come all the way back from that to do what he's doing now just shows so much character because it takes hard work and dedication behind the scenes to come from point-zero to where he is at this particular time.

Adrian Peterson

We should have nothing but admiration for it. And only a person of great character could do it, so I'm glad that I saw his greatness early. (Chuckles.) This isn't the first time I have expressed my respect for him. It's a miracle to really accomplish what he's accomplishing now. 

Q: What was your first thought when you heard he tore not one but two knee ligaments last December? Did you fear for his career?
 
A: Yes, I did. I really did because those things are very difficult to overcome,
and as a running back, the kind of work that it takes to be a great one, you need great health, great conditioning. You have to have a lot of trust, and when you make cuts, you have to trust your body. You can't be hesitant. It goes against everything. It's so different from being healthy.
The mental process that you have to go through is unbelievable. I never had a major injury. But to have an injury takes so much away from you I can't imagine that he could come back so far, so soon. I'm so happy to be able to talk about a young man that all I can say are positive things because sometimes people want me to say someone is great that hasn't proven greatness and I can't do it. But with him, I take great pride in being able to say he has done an unbelievable job.

Q: What distinguishes Adrian Peterson as a running back and as a person?
 
A: First of all, he's a person of great character. He brought his father (Nelson) with him to the interview, and in our conversations, he made some wonderful points about his life. He was very forthcoming ... very personal. It's the combination of a human being that has an appreciation for the gifts that he has, and he maximizes those gifts, carries that off the field and back onto the field and at no time takes it for granted, and stands as an example. He had it all, and I had so much respect for him at such a young age to be the kind of person that he was. 

Q: Who is the greatest running back in NFL history, and what defines that?
 
A: I don't deal with who's the greatest. That's very limited, I'm sorry to say, and I think this is an example of it. Why would anyone want to say that what Adrian has done this year isn't what someone else did years before? It's what you do when you do it, and it should not be compared. We don't have to compare it. It's unnecessary. And it's taking something away from someone to give someone else something. You don't have to do that. Because what Adrian is doing now doesn't hurt anyone else who's ever run the football.
I'm not going to look at Walter Payton and take anything away from Walter. I'm not going to look at John Riggins and take anything away from him. I'm only going to look at the positive things of each individual.
What I've said about Adrian is about as much as you have to say. I'm not here to evaluate running backs against each other. I can tell you every kind of move Adrian has. I can tell you about his size and about his speed, his quickness, his balance and maybe most of all his determination. I can tell you about those things, and those things are outstanding in every way. He has the size, he has the speed, he has the quickness, he has the balance, the intelligence. He has the determination, the will, and so he has a combination of those skills that are fantastic to watch. 

Q: What does it mean today to be a dominant running back? You guys used to be the true gladiators, the measuring points of an offense. It's obviously a quarterback/passing league now, and what Adrian is doing with Minnesota is a bit of a throwback.
 
A: Well, that's very interesting. Really, the interview is probably over and I'll tell you why. After a while, you start reaching for no apparent reason. I don't know anything about what it means to be anything today because I'm not out there. I don't know what people are going through. I don't buy theories about "the quarterback is this" or "the quarterback is that."
I think that when you deal with greatness, it's there and it represents itself and in most cases you don't have to say a doggone thing because the reason you're talking about it is because it's already been done.
So when my man is in the midst of accomplishing something great, it is what it is. To build Adrian up and tear someone else down would not be a good thing.
I'd like to say this to the Eric Dickersons, the Emmitt Smiths, John Riggins, Earl Campbell, Ollie Matson ... I know what they all have, and I have great admiration for all of the ones that have what I call greatness. And it makes it even better to talk about Adrian because what he does stimulates me to talk about him.
When I talk about him and refuse to deal with comparisons and so forth is to pay tribute to him because if he comes back next year and he doesn't have the same kind of year, then certain people are going to be saying, "He's lost a step." All these kind of things, people need to say to define themselves, not to define the skills of another person.
What he does and what greatness does, it speaks for itself. There is no era, to me, of an individually great feat. It is something you have to perform. I'm not going to get into any argument about Adrian Peterson. Adrian Peterson is a great young man and a great football player. 

Q: What gave you the greatest satisfaction playing?
 
A: The greatest satisfaction was to be able to play the game and to perform at a certain level my peers appreciated. I was fortunate enough to have a nine-year career and never missed a game. The fact that I never missed a game was very important to me -- that the general public had an appreciation for my skills and they have seemed to enjoy what I did. People come up today and express themselves. It's a nice feeling to have them genuinely express themselves in a way that says they enjoyed what I did.
So as a performer, it's really the satisfaction of being able to please your audience, please yourself and to do it in a fair way. All of us who are runners are what I call strikers of ball. And when we get together, we love it because we know that all of us were good and that we share that particular mantle.
It just feels good to be one of the guys, you know? 
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** “Jim Brown on Vikings' Adrian Peterson: 'It's a miracle'” by Brian Murphy, Pioneer Press, 12/19/2012


Wednesday, December 19, 2012

True Love Ways - Buddy Holly


Buddy Holly
 
 True Love Ways
by
Buddy Holly (1936-1959)




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 Just you know why
Why you and I
Will by and by
Know true love ways
 
Sometimes we'll sigh
Sometimes we'll cry
And we'll know why
Just you and I know true love ways

Throughout the days
Our true love ways
Will bring us joys to share
With those who really care

Sometimes we'll sigh
Sometimes we'll cry
And we'll know why
Just you and I know true love ways

Throughout the days
Our true love ways
Will bring us joys to share
With those who really care

Sometimes we'll sigh
Sometimes we'll cry
And we'll know why
Just you and I know true love ways


Tuesday, December 18, 2012

NRA under Fire [post "Newtown massacre"]- by TPO




graphics by Henock  (click to enlarge)
NRA Under Fire [post "Newtown massacre"]

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 by TPO (a.k.a. FormerET)



Subject: "Protesters target NRA’s Capitol Hill office to call for gun control after Newtown killings"
Venue: Washington Post, December 17, 2012
Article by: Fredrick Kunkle *
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FormerET
12:57 PM CST
Maybe the real reason the NRA is keeping a very low profile at the moment is because that is the best strategy. Gun violence is a very hot issue right now and may stay that way for a while. The national mood right now is that of self-disgust, remorse, and anger at the undelying impotence.

There is no benefit in bringing out charlton-heston-look-alike zombies shouting "from my cold, dead hands!" 

The reality seems to be that everybody including sane and sensible members of NRA are now doing serious soul-searching , questioning America's madness about ... me, me, me, ... mine,mine, mine, ... my rights, my rights, my rights, ... and never my obligations and responsiblities!!!
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FormerET
2:13 PM CST
Isn't it sad and scary that Texas' Tea Party politicians are now doubling down on their "Alamo" stand that teachers should be enabled to carry handguns on school premises? 

Somehow, Texan logic dictates that such a law would take care of potential violent outbreaks (i.e. lessen the gravity). The rationale is that Newtown Elementary School should have been run by Wyatt Earp, and all the teachers there ought to have been gun-toting Annie Oakleys!

Glad I got out of Texas with my hide in tact!
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FormerET
4:15 PM CST
And, on another front, can someone explain to me why "assault" weapons are considered sportive? What is gentlemanly or even manly about owning them (much less using them)? 

If we cannot see and understand the role of paranoia as a motivational force here, we can consider ourselves at sea rudderless.
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* source:  http://www.washingtonpost.com/local/protesters-target-nras-capitol-hill-office-to-call-for-gun-control-after-newtown-killings/2012/12/17/eb3423c0-4898-11e2-ad54-580638ede391_story.html



Saturday, December 15, 2012

Beggar to Beggar Cried - by W B Yeats


W B Yeats
Beggar To Beggar Cried
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 William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)


'Time to put off the world and go somewhere
And find my health again in the sea air,'
Beggar to beggar cried, being frenzy-struck,
'And make my soul before my pate is bare.

'And get a comfortable wife and house
To rid me of the devil in my shoes,'
Beggar to beggar cried, being frenzy-struck,
'And the worse devil that is between my thighs.'

And though I'd marry with a comely lass,
She need not be too comely - let it pass,'
Beggar to beggar cried, being frenzy-struck,
'But there's a devil in a looking-glass.'

'Nor should she be too rich, because the rich
Are driven by wealth as beggars by the itch,'
Beggar to beggar cried, being frenzy-struck,
'And cannot have a humorous happy speech.'

'And there I'll grow respected at my ease,
And hear amid the garden's nightly peace.'
Beggar to beggar cried, being frenzy-struck,
'The wind-blown clamour of the barnacle-geese.'
 
 

Thursday, December 13, 2012

"L'amour est un oiseau rebelle!" - Georges Bizet

Georges Bizet
Denyce Graves 

Habanera - Carmen **
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    L'amour est un oiseau rebelle
    Que nul ne peut apprivoiser,
    Et c'est bien en vain qu'on l'appelle,
    S'il lui convient de refuser.

    Rien n'y fait, menace ou prière,

    L'un parle bien, l'autre se tait:
    Et c'est l'autre que je préfère,
    Il n'a rien dit mais il me plaît.

    L'amour! L'amour! L'amour! L'amour!


    L'amour est enfant de Bohême,

    Il n'a jamais, jamais connu de loi.
    Si tu ne m'aimes pas, je t'aime
    Si je t'aime, prends garde à toi! (Prends garde à toi!)

    Si tu ne m’aimes pas,

    Si tu ne m’aimes pas, je t’aime! (Prends garde à toi!)
    Mais, si je t’aime,
    Si je t’aime, prends garde à toi!

    L'oiseau que tu croyais surprendre

    Battit de l'aile et s'envola.
    L'amour est loin, tu peux l'attendre.
    Tu ne l'attends plus, il est là!

    Tout autour de toi, vite, vite,

    il vient, s'en va, puis il revient.
    Tu crois le tenir, il t'évite,
    Tu crois l'éviter, il te tient.

    L'amour! L'amour! L'amour! L'amour!


    L'amour est enfant de Bohême,

    il n'a jamais, jamais connu de loi;
    Si tu ne m'aimes pas, je t'aime.
    Si je t'aime, prends garde à toi! (Prends garde à toi!)

    Si tu ne m’aimes pas,

    Si tu ne m’aimes pas, je t’aime! (Prends garde à toi!)
    Mais, si je t’aime,
    Si je t’aime, prends garde à toi!

    Choir: L'amour est enfant de Bohême,

    il n'a jamais, jamais connu de loi;
    si tu ne m'aimes pas, je t'aime
    si je t'aime, prends garde à toi! (Prends garde à toi!)

    Carmen: Si tu ne m’aimes pas,

    Si tu ne m’aimes pas, je t’aime! (Prends garde à toi!)
    Mais, si je t’aime,
    Si je t’aime, prends garde à toi! 

** Georges Bizet (1838-1875)
** Denyce Graves (1964 - )



Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Conducting Business - by Elissa Ely

 
Conducting Business
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Elissa Ely
The Boston Globe Op-ed (July 9, 2011)    
 
AS if by wide-eyed coincidence, the calls and letters all began to arrive at the same time. There must be some rule about this in the small print of the industry. No one made a peep until three months after the funeral.
  
That was just enough time to accomplish the small, practical, haunting tasks one cannot do for oneself - no matter how independent in life - because one is now dead. The apartment had been closed. Plants were given away; magazine articles, torn for a future reading, recycled; clothes sent in one direction, small household items in another. We knew the charity donation criteria (“NO TVS OR COMPUTER MONITORS PLEASE’’) by heart.

The medical supply store had accepted their equipment back. They ran a distribution program for patients who couldn’t afford ambulatory aides otherwise. Taking them out of the car trunk was like reviewing the stages of deterioration: first, the decorative cane, then the metal three-legged one; the walker with tennis balls, then the sitting walker; the shower chair, then the wheelchair. Each piece of equipment, during its months of use, seemed the only one that would be needed. But there was always another helplessness to follow, and the medical supply store, while filling one order, was too kind to tell us they would see us again soon.

After three months, the first letter arrived, hand written. “My dear friend,’’ it began, “Our deepest sympathy is extended to you on the loss of your Loved One. Unfortunately, a most difficult task now lies before you.’’

I looked down a paragraph. “Upon visiting our showroom, you will find a complete selection of the finest certified Barre Granite Memorials. You will find our prices amazingly reasonable, and will receive Everlasting Satisfaction through our Certificate of Quality and Workmanship.’’ The return address was in Long Island, where the burial had taken place.

Other letters from the tri-state area were soon flying north. Some enclosed template pictures with labeled measurements. Some had invoices requesting signature and deposit. One was a contract. Each knew the precise date of death. It was creepy.

A few weeks later, the phone rang. A man asked for me by first name. He said he was sorry for my loss, and following up on the letter he had sent about the memorial proposal. It sounded like we were already a team.

I began to tell him that we had made arrangements with the funeral home for a headstone. Before I got to the end of the sentence, he had hung up on me. The consoler had hung up on me in the midst of his consolation. I understood it was not personal. It was just the most efficient thing to do.

I also understood something else, if I hadn’t before. The dead get buried, but the living, conducting business, go on. Everyone has to go on.
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Elissa Ely is a psychiatrist.
© Copyright 2011 Globe Newspaper Company

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Turning the Table - by TPO



Turning the Table
(Pearls before Swine) *
by Stephan Pastis
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** comic strip's date: December 9, 2012 **
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* At its heart, Pearls Before Swine is the comic strip tale of two friends: an arrogant Rat who thinks he knows it all and a slow-witted Pig who doesn't know any better. And once in a while, the two friends run into a mutual friend called Goat. Together or apart, this trio offer caustic commentary on humanity's quest for the unattainable ...







Monday, December 10, 2012

Little Red Riding Hood and the Wolf - by Roald Dahl


Roald Dahl



Roald Dahl (1916-1990)
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"Little Red Riding Hood and the Wolf"
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 As soon as Wolf began to feel
That he would like a decent meal,
He went and knocked on Grandma's door.
When Grandma opened it, she saw
The sharp white teeth, the horrid grin,
And Wolfie said, 'May I come in?'
Poor Grandmamma was terrified,
'He's going to eat me up!' she cried.
And she was absolutely right.
He ate her up in one big bite.
But Grandmamma was small and tough,
And Wolfie wailed, 'That's not enough!
I haven't yet begun to feel
That I have had a decent meal!'
He ran around the kitchen yelping,
'I've got to have a second helping!'

Then added with a frightful leer,
'I'm therefore going to wait right here
Till Little Miss Red Riding Hood
Comes home from walking in the wood.'

He quickly put on Grandma's clothes,
(Of course he hadn't eaten those).
He dressed himself in coat and hat.
He put on shoes, and after that,
He even brushed and curled his hair,
Then sat himself in Grandma's chair.

In came the little girl in red.
She stopped. She stared. And then she said,
'What great big ears you have, Grandma.'
'All the better to hear you with,'
the Wolf replied.
'What great big eyes you have, Grandma.'
said Little Red Riding Hood.
'All the better to see you with,'
the Wolf replied.
He sat there watching her and smiled.
He thought, I'm going to eat this child.
Compared with her old Grandmamma,
She's going to taste like caviar.

Then Little Red Riding Hood said, '
But Grandma, what a lovely great big
furry coat you have on.'

'That's wrong!' cried Wolf.
'Have you forgot
To tell me what BIG TEETH I've got?
Ah well, no matter what you say,
I'm going to eat you anyway.'

The small girl smiles. One eyelid flickers.
She whips a pistol from her knickers.
She aims it at the creature's head,
And bang bang bang, she shoots him dead.

A few weeks later, in the wood,
I came across Miss Riding Hood.
But what a change! No cloak of red,
No silly hood upon her head.
She said, 'Hello, and do please note
My lovely furry wolfskin coat.'




Friday, December 7, 2012

Eavesdropping on Crows - IGHGrampa of MN




[The conversation of crows: They're loud, yes ... 
'but they're very polite about it.']

Reports IGHGrampa *:


"This morning I paused in my open garage door to listen to crow conversation. They seem to have a limited vocabulary, consisting of a single word: 'Caw!' There must be some subtle nuances that escape me. It sounded like just the loudness is the only variance; maybe the number of caws in a phrase gives the meaning.

"A crow just forward and to my right, about a block away, gives a number of caws. Then on my left, maybe a couple of blocks away, another crow responds with several caws. To my far right, even farther away and barely loud enough for me to hear, another crow makes a number of caws. They're all very polite about it and always seem to wait for the other guy to finish before responding.

"I've always wondered about the raucous calls some birds have. Seagulls make an awful-sounding noise. The loud, raucous calls must carry farther, and maybe are heard better over other sounds, like waves on the shore or traffic noise. I suspect their hearing is much better than mine. The crow conversation group may be spread out in a circle of several miles. Maybe they're even getting crow news relayed on from distant places, like as far away as Wisconsin or Iowa.

"The lake has had a coat of smooth, shiny ice for several days now. Out in the middle of the lake are a couple hundred geese and ducks. They can't get through the ice, so why are they hanging around? They can't find anything to eat when the water is frozen. And it must be cold on their feet and bellies to stay out there. Do they know something about oncoming weather that us humans don't? I suppose, if they're determined to hang around, it's safest to stay out there. A fox or coyote might break through the ice, or have trouble running on the slippery surface."
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 * Bulletin Board, Pioneer Press, Posted: 12/03/2012


Thursday, December 6, 2012

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

"The Union Forever!" - by TPO


"The Union Forever!"
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by TPO

16th U.S. President  - Abraham Lincoln



Lyrics to "Battle Cry of Freedom" 
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We will rally round the flag, boys
We'll rally once again,
Shouting the Battle Cry of Freedom
We will rally from the hillside
We'll gather from the plains,
Shouting the Battle Cry of Freedom!

The Union forever!
Hurrah boys hurrah!
Down with the traitor, and up with the star,
And we'll fill the vacant ranks
With a million freemen more,
Shouting the Battle Cry of Freedom!

The Union forever!
Hurrah boys hurrah!
Down with the traitor, up with the star,
And we're marching for the flag, boys,
We will rally once again
Shouting the Battle Cry of Freedom!

The Union forever!
Hurrah boys hurrah!
Down with the traitor, up with the star,
While we rally round the flag, boys
Rally once again
Shouting the Battle Cry of Freedom!





Monday, December 3, 2012

Ethiopia's Tom Thumb ! - by Hénock Gugsa


graphics by Henock

Ethiopia's Tom Thumb :  Sinzirro !
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by  
Hénock Gugsa

[Ethiopia is a land of fables. It is even said that the great fabulist, Aesop, was from Ethiopia.  His name is presumed to be a derivation of Aethiop. Although the following fable is from Ethiopia, it is however not attributed to Aesop …. I, as the sole author, am here simply transcribing the tale in my own words.  I beg your indulgence and forgiveness for the literary license I have taken in embellishing this story.]

Once upon a time, ... long, long ago, there lived in the land of Ethiopia an old woman and her son, Sinzirro.  The tree goddess, Adbar, had granted the lonely old woman her wish for a small child that would never grow to normal-size and would never leave his mother’s side ever. The old woman named the child “Sinzirro” because he did not grow any bigger than a thumb in size.  In Ethiopia, a sinzir is the length-measure of a thumb … and so you might say that Sinzirro was the Ethiopian equivalent of Tom Thumb!

Now, there was a strong bond between the old woman and Sinzirro, and it was reinforced daily by her feeding him fresh milk from a jar.  And Sinzirro loved the milk so much … he just could not get enough of it.  He was always following his mother around and begging for milk all the time.

One day, the old woman was feeding  Sinzirro his ration of milk from the jar.  As usual, he was laid out on his little bed with his mouth wide open and he was gulping down the milk.  He kept drinking that milk with the happiest glint in his eyes.  His mother was so enchanted by his blissful face that she forgot that maybe he had had enough milk for now.  But Sinzirro did not complain and kept on drinking and grinning.  He started filling up … his naked belly was beginning to inflate and swell … it grew like a balloon filling with air.  Sinzirro was so full he could hardly move.  Then, suddenly his mother realized her mistake and stopped feeding the impish child. 

As she was taking the milk away, one tiny droplet fell on Sinzirro’s belly button.

Sinzirro was not about to ignore that little bit of milk sitting atop the little hill of a tummy in front of him.  He slowly raised himself up, and with tongue stuck-out, he began his lunge for the tempting thing on his belly.  He arched forward and stretched … he moaned and groaned from the effort and the extreme discomfort … he still could not reach the object!  But he was a persistent (if not too bright) child that had to have milk although it had never done anything for his growth.  And now he could almost reach it ... he was close … victory was at hand ... only a little way to go!

In the other room, the old woman put the jar on a shelf … of-course Sinzirro would never be able to reach that droplet on his belly, she thought quizzically!  Then before she turned to get back to her son, she heard a small tearing sound followed by a loud pop coming from the boy's room.  She rushed over there … but alas! ... she was too late.

There before her lay the remains of Sinzirro … the balloon had finally snapped and popped.  And now there was mostly milk all over the tiny bed ...  and hardly anything left of Sinzirro!

Moral of the story: Greed is a destructive thing!