Say What?: January 2006

New Mexico Revisited

Would you like to ride...
Beautiful Sandía Skies
Balloons silently...:)

Los Lunas Full Moon
RV campers restock at
Walmart Trading post

The Great Plains lapping
Rocky Mountain coastal range
Shadows surfing grass.

Light from setting sun
Bouncing like banked billiard ball
Off low hanging clouds

Gold in tham there clouds!

In the pre-dawn chill
Dreams of Eldorado stir
Cloudy memories.

Pre-dawn disturbance...

It's not unusual to wake up in the middle of the night to drain the bladder. The hour, 3 A.M., was a bit earlier than usual but I'd fallen asleep earlier so I thought nothing of it. What was unusual was my inability to go back to sleep right away; so I turned on the TV.
Unlovely Rita with the husky voice was still on MSNBC talking about the latest mining disaster. She said something about the one dead body so I figured that everything would be just as it was when I fell asleep, shortly after they announced that the other 12 miners had been found alive. I was playing with the numbers in my mind - unlucky 13, 12 disciples and Jesus, the 13th died when I heard the throaty voice almost crack as she explained that they had just been notified that there had been a terrible mistake, there was but one survivor. The unfortunate failure to communicate would have been understandable had it not taken them over two hours to correct the mistake.
The news was not what I needed to get back to sleep so I clicked down the channels until I saw Billy Crystal's face, it was his latter day face in Analyze That; I was soon sleeping again.

Happy New Year Mr. Abramoff!

Congratulations, Jack, you now have the opportunity to atone for your truly despicable behavior. If you make enough connections in the big house maybe you can work out a deal to have Scooter Libby share a cell with you. He's kinky enough to be your bitch. You could probably pimp him out for some spending money. And, who knows? Maybe Karl Rove will be able to join you too, and Dick Cheney. I might as well include the Prevaricator in Chief, Gee Dubya Bush.
At the risk of repeating myself, I'll point out that Alcatraz Island still has a prison on it that could accomodate the whole Bush League without too much need for renovation. Austere conditions are conducive to atonement. Give 'em hell Jack; or, like Harry Truman, tell 'em the truth and they (the Bush League) will think it's hell.