Ride 'Em, Cowboys! Dec 15, 2005 7:50 am 1187 Views Can you imagine working for a company that has a little more than 500 employees, and has the following statistics: 7 have been arrested for fraud; 36 have been accused of spousal abuse; 19 have been accused of writing bad checks; 117 have directly or indirectly bankrupted at least 2 businesses; 3 have done time for assault; 71, repeat, 71 cannot get a credit card due to bad credit; 14 have been arrested on drug-related charges; 8 have been arrested for shoplifting; 21 currently are defendants in lawsuits; And 84 have been arrested for drunk driving in the last year! In most Asian and European countries, they would have had to resign their seats in parliament! Can you guess which organization this is? Give up yet? Scroll down . . . It's the 535 members of the United States Congress! . . . the same group that crank out hundreds of new laws each year designed to keep their fellow citizens and guests in line. (I received this forwarded by email. I do not know who the original author is. I have not verified its claims, but I assume they are probably all true.) 9 Comments

no nativity scene in washington dc this year Dec 2, 2005 7:54 am 1110 Views The Supreme Court has ruled that there cannot be a Nativity Scene in Washington, DC, this Christmas season. This isn't for any constitutional reason; they simply have not been able to find three wise men and a virgin in the Nation's Capital. There was no difficulty, however, finding enough asses to fill the stable. 5 Comments

terrorism Nov 19, 2005 2:37 pm 1031 Views My aunt sent me this: An American of Egyptian decent who lived in a suburb of Chicago wanted to plant some potatoes in his back yard. But the ground was very hard and he was old and stiff. He sent an email to his son who was studying in London: "Dearest Son, I wish you were here to help me dig up the back yard so I could plant some potatoes. Your loving father." That very day he received an answer: "Dearest Father, You must not touch the back yard. That's where I buried 'the thing.' Your loving son." That evening the CIA and the FBI showed up and dug up the whole yard. They found nothing, apologized, and left. Then another email from the son: "Dearest Father, I imagine that by now the yard is nicely dug up. That's the best I could do from here. Enjoy your planting. Your loving son." Here's what I sent her back: It's nicer the way you tell the story, but in real life they rarely apologize. They usually gruffly glower something humiliating and intimidating to avoid having to humble or expose themselves to vulnerability. Most police and career soldiers are bullies, i.e. paranoids, with delusions of grandeur, innocence, and danger from all sides. Ironically, they do eventually become weak, and entirely unequipped to deal with it. 3 Comments

intelligence or emotional dynamics? Nov 19, 2005 6:58 am 1062 Views what is taken for inadequacy of intelligence is as often actually inadequacy of emotional dynamics . . . and vice versa © 2005 poetdancer. all rights reserved 3 Comments

fighting over certainly Nov 17, 2005 4:46 am 991 Views both religious and atheist assert their beliefs most vehemently when their certainly is threatened it is not so much one or another viewpoint but certainly itself that we passionately defend © 2005 poetdancer. all rights reserved 1 comment

less organic Nov 14, 2005 6:12 am 981 Views i am disappointed that our u.s. democratic republican representative congress recently lowered the standards for organic foods, not to benefit the consumer, not to benefit the grower or seller who cares about organic, but only to benefit those who wish to profit from the organic market without caring at all about it, and those who wish to sell their toxic sludge instead of paying to dispose of it, and to underhandedly sell their dubious chemicals and genetic engineerings and irradiations to an awakening public © 2005 poetdancer. all rights reserved 1 comment

Do I live up to my values? Oct 28, 2005 6:13 am 1034 Views Am I as kind to you as I want you to be to me? Am I as considerate with you as I want you to be with me? Am I as sensitive with you as I want you to be with me? Am I as gentle with you as I want you to be with me? Am I as patient with you as I want you to be with me? Am I as sincere with you as I want you to be with me? Am I as honest with you as I want you to be with me? Am I as real with you as I want you to be with me? Am I as open with you as I want you to be with me? Am I as sharing with you as I want you to be with me? Am I as generous with you as I want you to be with me? Am I as responsible with you as I want you to be with me? Am I as caring with you as I want you to be with me? Am I as accepting of you as I want you to be of me? Am I as supportive of you as I want you to be of me? Am I as encouraging of you as I want you to be of me? Am I as optimistic with you as I want you to be with me? Am I as positive with you as I want you to be with me? Am I as cheerful with you as I want you to be with me? Am I as uplifting of you as I want you to be of me? Am I as inspiring of you as I want you to be of me? Do I confess everything, every detail, keeping no secrets, or portions of secrets, as I want you to with me? Am I as good an example for you as I want you to be for me, speaking no criticism of those not present, dealing kindly, honestly, and fairly with all others, even with the vile and with the weak, taking good care of myself and possessions and of everyone and everything entrusted to me, taking responsibility for any need I see, to the best of my ability, even picking up trash that others have dropped, even cheering up sad strangers, even defending the slandered or wronged, even when it’s unpopular or dangerous for me, even when they are sinners or my enemies? Do I live up to my values? © 2005 poetdancer. all rights reserved 1 comment

steaming wildwheat Oct 24, 2005 4:55 am 1004 Views steaming wildwheat hides an underplay of early sunsnakes an allnight toad of no one near hubbub in song-- trees catches us slowly two souls warmer beneath evaporating grass the earth and two thoughts oscillate midst underhay and flesh the stealthy hubbub impinges limbs with cooking and the binding of hay © 2005 poetdancer. all rights reserved 0 Comments

Forest Wet, Desert Dry Oct 22, 2005 10:25 am 998 Views The forest is wet, and the air is full, and I watch you breathe. Your skin is on fire, your eyes are crackling, and your throat gives birth. The earth is alive, and the leaves are rippling, and the moon loses her balance. And the clouds race, and the trees sigh, and the far birds laugh. The desert is dry, and the air is empty, and I watch your stride. Your hair is on fire, your shoulders are crackling, and your limbs give birth. The earth is thirsty, and the sands are sliding, and the sun loses his balance. And the eagle rests, and the heat lies, and all time is past. © 2005 poetdancer. All rights reserved 2 Comments

truth & reality Oct 18, 2005 2:57 am 785 Views i used to think that truth and reality are outside us, uniform and static, that different viewpoints are different degrees of accuracy of perception; i’ve gradually come to see that truth and reality are our creations, diverse and evolving all theories are substitutes for perception; no two things are the same, and no one thing remains the same © 2005 poetdancer. all rights reserved 2 Comments

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