Thursday, August 13, 2009

Come grow old with me...

When i get older losing my hair,
Many years from now.
Will you still be sending me a valentine
Birthday greetings bottle of wine.
If i'd been out till quarter to three
Would you lock the door,
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,

When i'm sixty-four.

I feel this shame….this remorse, that there are leaders in our country, our communities…in our media that are pandering to moneyed interests to stifle dialogue and communication regarding health care. I find it even more despicable that to do this they are spreading fear in one of our most cherished segments, the elderly.

The Bush administration, Cheney, Rove practiced this to further their agenda. Fear mongers.
It is shameful. And it breaks my heart.

I was young thirty-five years ago. I had successfully kept my ass out of a strange war being waged and popped it in college instead. Not being able to make the football team….I joined the debate team. I remember a hot topic in 1972.

RESOLVED: "That the federal government should provide a program of comprehensive medical care for all its citizens."

Things haven’t changed. Strange war and we are still short of band aids.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009


Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.

(America never was America to me.)

Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed--
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
That any man be crushed by one above.

(It never was America to me.)

O, let my land be a land where Liberty
Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,
But opportunity is real, and life is free,
Equality is in the air we breathe.

(There's never been equality for me,
Nor freedom in this "homeland of the free.")

Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark?
And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?

I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,
I am the Negro bearing slavery's scars.
I am the red man driven from the land,
I am the immigrant clutching the hope
I seek--And finding only the same old stupid plan
Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.

I am the young man, full of strength and hope,
Tangled in that ancient endless chain
Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land!
Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need!
Of work the men! Of take the pay!
Of owning everything for one's own greed!

I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.
I am the worker sold to the machine.
I am the Negro, servant to you all.
I am the people, humble, hungry, mean--
Hungry yet today despite the dream.
Beaten yet today--
O, Pioneers!
I am the man who never got ahead,
The poorest worker bartered through the years.

Yet I'm the one who dreamt our basic dream
In the Old World while still a serf of kings,
Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,
That even yet its mighty daring sings
In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned
That's made America the land it has become.
O, I'm the man who sailed those early seas
In search of what I meant to be my home--
For I'm the one who left dark Ireland’s shore,
And Poland's plain, and England's grassy lea,
And torn from Black Africa's strand
I cameTo build a "homeland of the free."

The free?

Who said the free? Not me?
Surely not me? The millions on relief today?
The millions shot down when we strike?
The millions who have nothing for our pay?
For all the dreams we've dreamed
And all the songs we've sung
And all the hopes we've held
And all the flags we've hung,
The millions who have nothing for our pay--
Except the dream that's almost dead today.

O, let America be America again--
The land that never has been yet--
And yet must be--the land where every man is free.
The land that's mine--the poor man's, Indian's, Negro's, ME--
Who made America,
Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,
Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,
Must bring back our mighty dream again.

Sure, call me any ugly name you choose--
The steel of freedom does not stain.
From those who live like leeches on the people's lives,
We must take back our land again,

O, yes,I say it plain,
America never was America to me,
And yet I swear this oath--
America will be!

Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,
The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
We, the people, must redeem
The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
The mountains and the endless plain--
All, all the stretch of these great green states--
And make America again!

Langston Hughes

Tuesday, August 11, 2009


Wowsers!! It is almost football season here in Wisconsington..... when we traditionally ignore the rest of the world and rabidly consume as much cheese, bratwurst and beer as we can (occasionally some taco dip) while glued to TV screens watching the Packers.

So the GooD news is that Bret Farve will NOT be joining the hated Minnesota Vikings. Hey... I'm serious! People were very concerned about this!! It was bad enough he played a year in NEw YaWk..... but it was the AFC so it hardly counted.

So the BaD new is that Sarah Palin WILL be signing with the dreaded Vikes! Yikes!

I guess she might play Far-Right-WingNut back or something. Who gives a shit?

Hey, but speaking of Sarah..... what's the buzz with this new thing she invented.... a Death Panel?

I guess I am a little confused.... I mean, is it like a new quiz-game show? I always liked old game-panel shows!!!

I think Sarah would be good at it.... gees, lessee what could she call her Death Panel show?

"Name that Liberal" or "The 64Billion Dollar Deficit Question" or maybe "Drama Queen for a Day".... how about, "I've Got An Attitude"

Hey, if anyone can fill me in on what's up with Sarah, "Drop Me A Line".. I gotta run now....I'm gonna be a guest panelist on the "Bong Show" .... and it is almost football season!

Blog Archive