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Monthly Archives: November 2012
BACKSTAGE
AND GOD CREATED WOMAN
THE CHOICE
I don’t see how anyone with even a vestige of intelligence could vote for Mitt Romney as President. I don’t see how anyone with even a vestige of conscience could vote for Barack Obama as President.
When offered a choice at dinnertime between two plates heaped high with steaming piles of feces, the only logical act is to walk away from the table.
“Shit” is not an acceptable answer to the question “What’s for dinner?”
A RUTH FARRALL FOR TODAY
HOPELESS
Today a fresh-faced young kid showed up at my door canvassing for Obama. I told him I would be voting, had already made up my mind about how I’d be voting and urged him to go spend time with someone who might be less decided about things.
He asked me all the same which way I was leaning and I told him I’d rather not say, wanting to avoid a conversation that would have included the phrases habeas corpus and due process, because I figured the kid wouldn’t know what I was talking about, or why so many Americans in the past gave their lives to preserve those rights which Mr. Obama has wiped away with the stroke of a pen.
The kid’s enthusiasm and hopefulness made me sad, because they reminded me that I had been doing what he was doing four years ago, wearing the button pictured above, and in the same cheerful frame of mind. I’m not in a cheerful frame of mind now and on Tuesday I will be downright depressed.
ZIPPED
AN OPEN LETTER TO BARACK OBAMA
If within the next three days you publicly announce a decision to restore habeas corpus and due process — guaranteed to us by the Constitution you took an oath to defend and essential rights in any free government — I will vote for you on Tuesday. The announcement won’t answer all the objections I have to your policies, but it will be enough.
Think about it, Mr. President — there’s still time.
SIGN
AN LP COVER FOR TODAY
ABIDE WITH ME, ‘TIS EVENTIDE
A prairie night . . .
A HENRYCK FANTAZOS FOR TODAY
DOWN BY THE BRAZOS
The girls of Little River, they’re sweet and they’re pretty . . .