I'm Getting There.

Hey, I guess you noticed I missed Wordless Wednesday.  Or Not.  It was totally wordless.  I have been totally wordless as I've watched in amazement as our politicians continue to wreck what has taken hundreds of years to build.  No change here, the Demos are continuing and increasing  the rampant spending of the "big government" Republicans of the past administration. I think it's time for a third party to carry forward a conservative agenda for the majority of Americans who are sick and tired of paying everyone Else's bills.  I have read this before, but I don't recall posting it.  I guess that's one advantage of aging, everything seems new everyday.

The Daily Mail ( UK ) wrote this editorial about Obama on

01/6/2009. (confirmation, Google " London Daily Mail Obama's Victory")

Obama's Victory--A British view
A victory for the hysterical Oprah Winfrey, the mad racist preacher Jeremiah Wright, the US mainstream media who abandoned any sense of objectivity long ago, Europeans who despise America largely because they depend on her, comics who claim to be dangerous and fearless but would not dare attack genuinely powerful special interest groups.  A victory for Obama-worshippers everywhere. A victory for the cult of the cult.  A man who has done little with his life but has written about his achievements as if he had found the cure for cancer in between winning a marathon and building a nuclear reactor with his teeth. Victory for style over substance, hyperbole over history, rabble-raising over reality.
A victory for Hollywood, the most dysfunctional community in the world. Victory for Streisand, Spielberg, Soros, Moore, and Sarandon. Victory for those who prefer welfare to will and interference to independence.  For those who settle for group think and herd mentality rather than those who fight for individual initiative and the right to be out of step with meager political fashion.
Victory for a man who is no friend of freedom.  He and his people have already stated that media has to be controlled so as to be balanced, without realizing the extraordinary irony within that statement. Like most liberal zealots, the Obama worshippers constantly speak of the Fox News Network and Rush Limbaugh, when the vast bulk of television stations and newspapers are drastically liberal and anti-conservative.  Senior Democrat Chuck Schumer said that just as pornography should be censored, so should talk radio. In other words, one of the few free and open means of popular expression may well be cornered and beaten by bullies who even in triumph cannot tolerate any criticism and opposition.
A victory for those who believe the state is better qualified to raise children than the family, for those who prefer teachers' unions to teaching and for those who are naively convinced that if the West is sufficiently weak towards its enemies, war and terror will dissolve as quickly as the tears on the face of a leftist celebrity.
A victory for social democracy even after most of Europe has come to the painful conclusion that social democracy leads to mediocrity, failure, unemployment, inflation, higher taxes and economic stagnation.  A victory for intrusive lawyers, banal sentimentalists, social extremists and urban snobs.
Congratulations America!  Your funeral will be sooner than you think!

"Socialists believe in government ownership of the means of production. Fascists believed in government control of privately owned businesses, which is much more the style of this government. That way, politicians can intervene whenever they feel like it and then, when their interventions turn out badly, summon executives from the private sector before Congress and denounce them on nationwide television." --economist Thomas Sowell

Pappy has left the building.

Aging

Aging Memories

The century old sage

sat his old Farmall cub

stroked his gray stubbled beard

stained with tobacco juice.

“Everything’s changed

Ain’t nothin’ the same

‘cept the tractor,the house,

and the barn.”

He grinned and spat.

“Got no teeth, but still chew.”

His old red tractor

chugged, sputtered, and squeaked

much like he did.

Slowly, memories came.

Memories of childhood

clearer than yesterday.

The house as it once was.

His life as a young man.

Those in his family now

all passed away.

“Everything’s changed

ain’t nothin’ the same

not the tractor,

the house,

or the barn.”

Dennis Price

The older we get, the fewer things seem worth waiting in line for. Will Rogers

Remembering

Aging Memories

The century old sage

sat his old Farmall cub

stroked his gray stubbled beard

stained with tobacco juice.

“Everything’s changed

Ain’t nothin’ the same

‘cept the tractor,

the house,and the barn.”

He grinned and spat.

“Got no teeth, but still chew.”

His old red tractor

chugged, sputtered,

and squeaked

much like he did.

Slowly, memories came.
Memories of childhood

clearer than yesterday.

The house as it once was.

His life as a young man.

Those in his family now

all passed away.

“Everything’s changed

ain’t nothin’ the same

not the tractor,

the house,

or the barn.”

Dennis Price

The purpose of life is to fight maturity. - Dick Werthimer

The Truth in Cartooning

You'll have to listen closely today, I have a sore throat and can't talk very loud. My grandchildren bring me little microscopic bugs and leave them around my house. I don't particularly like the bugs, but they seem to like me. Thanks to all of you who commented on the SWF post, many of you had very thoughtful comments. If you haven't read the comments on that post you might want to. I think almost everyone stayed long enough to read the poem. I know an old cranky man who thinks very little of anyone other than himself. He wears those one size fits all jump suits. His Sunday jump suit is a hounds tooth plaid with fewer paint smears than his work-a-day selection. He has had the suits for as long as I can remember, and if I am not mistaken, he has not replaced any of the three during that time. He likes to sit in his well worn recliner and hike one leg up over the armrest. All three suits are missing the crotch and to my recollection he doesn't wear underwear. When I visit this person, I generally think to myself, I hope I never become what he is. But, like the words in the second stanza of the John Denver song, Some days are diamonds - Some days are stone, "...the face that I see in the mirror, more and more is a stranger to me. More and more I can see there's a danger of becoming what I never thought I'd be", I realize the possibility exists. I have been careful not to buy any of those jump suits yet. As we age we think more of what life will be like for us as the years go by and I hope we try to think of how we can make others lives more pleasant as they interact with us.

Perfection is achieved, not when there is nothing more to add, but when there is nothing left to take away. - Antoine de Saint-Exupery

May Need Some Work

Aging Memories

The century old sage
sat his old Farmall cub
stroked his gray stubbled beard
stained with tobacco juice.

"Everything's changed
ain't nothin' the same
'cept the tractor,
the house,
and the barn."

He grinned and spat.
"Got no teeth but still chew."
His old red tractor
chugged, sputtered, and squeaked
much like he did.
Slowly, memories came.

Memories of childhood
clearer than yesterday.
The house as it once was.
His life as a young man.
Those in his family now
all passed away.

"Everything's changed
ain't nothin' the same
not the tractor
the house
or the barn."

Dennis Price (Photo compliments of old Wom Tigley and the lovely Jane)


People ask for criticism, but they only want praise. - W. Somerset Maugham

Aging

I usually laugh at myself when I manifest some classic sign of aging, whether recognized in public, or in front of the mirror at home. Things I used to recognize in others who qualified as elders, I now see in myself. Just remember (if you can), all who continue to live will reach this recognizable stage of life. I hope you can continue to laugh as the inevitable overtakes you. The really humorous part is your mind rarely see you as the mirror does.

No More Vent Windows

I drive through the Historic District
and realize I grew up there.

At a recent business meeting
a young associate says,
“Pawpaw, I think that’s your beeper going off.”

A guy cuts me off in traffic today.
I call him a “moron”,
but realize by modern standards
it is not harsh enough.

In my younger days
I would have chased him down
and jerked his pointy head through
the vent window.

There are no more vent windows.

Aging Memories

The century old sage
sat his old Farmall cub
stroked his gray stubbled beard
stained with tobacco juice.

“Everything’s changed
Ain’t nothin’ the same
‘cept the tractor,
the house,
and the barn.”

He grinned and spat.
“Got no teeth, but still chew.”
His old red tractor
chugged, sputtered, and squeaked
much like he did.
Slowly, memories came.

Memories of childhood
clearer than yesterday.
The house as it once was.
His life as a young man.
Those in his family now
all passed away.

“Everything’s changed
ain’t nothin’ the same
‘cept the tractor,
the house,
and the barn.”