So says the President.
P.S. In most states the deadline has been extended for any number of reasons (weather, computer glitches, etc.)
What happened is that the beach has shrunk and the Cloister staff has been reduced, so there’s nobody to bring in the toys at night. On board ship, the stewards would see to that.
Stewardship. That’s what’s missing. It’s what was missing at the DNR Board meeting yesterday, as well. Our stewards have become predators.
Reminds me of the help in Chile. Abused servants turn to pilfering. It is well known that the normal response to rationing is hoarding. I’m not sure pilfering has been identified as a companion. We do know that U.S. retail is beset by inventory shrinkage as a result of employee thieving. But they blame the customers. Bad businessmen. Continue reading
A not-to-be-missed Colbert Report!
Silly Rabbit, one of the regular front-page contributors to Dailykos, does Sunday Talk for which she constructs humorous paragraphs with a multitude of links to other publications. This one deserves to stand alone as a snap-shot of what went down in the USofA for the week of Thanksgiving 2014.
Monday night, in a televised press conference, #Ferguson “Prosecutor” Bob McCulloch announced that his grand jury had (literally) investigated the hell out of Michael Brown—and, to the surprise of no Juan, they’d decided not to indict Darren Wilson for killing him.
Apparently, after examining all of the physical evidence and eyewitness testimony, and having been apprised of the relevant statutes, the grand jury concluded that the 24-hour news cycle and social media were to blame.
Or something… it was kinda hard to follow everything—with all of that tear gas, smoke, and pepper spray in the background.
Whatever the case may be, shortly after McCulloch’s press conference ended, President Obama went on TV and tried to restore order—but not even his black magic was powerful enough to quell the hungry masses; it was clear to most that justice wasn’t being served.
When Ron told me that his 14 year old son had got a little motorcycle stuck in the marsh, I might have remembered that in German there’s the word “marsch” which sounds just the same and what it means is “step quickly” — an entirely appropriate instruction when walking on a marsh. Because, if one stops moving, one is likely to sink in. Then I might have reminded Ron that the reason the Spanish were stopped in Georgia was because their horses sank into the flatland, where they thought they could walk.
I love that hydropower is represented by a dripping faucet.
One of these things is not like the others.