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Matthew 3:7-10

But when he saw many of the Pharisees and Sadducees coming to where he was baptizing, he said to them: "You brood of vipers! Who warned you to flee from the coming wrath?

Produce fruit in keeping with repentance.

And do not think you can say to yourselves, 'We have Abraham as our father.' I tell you that out of these stones God can raise up children for Abraham.

The ax is already at the root of the trees, and every tree that does not produce good fruit will be cut down and thrown into the fire.

Stupid Fact of the Week

There was only one civilian casualty during the three-day Battle of Gettysburg

13 September, 2005

Dost my ears deceive me?

"President Bush for the first time took responsibility Tuesday for federal government mistakes in dealing with Hurricane Katrina and suggested the calamity raised broader questions about the government's ability to handle both natural disasters and terror attacks....

"'And to the extent that the federal government didn't fully do its job right, I take responsibility. I want to know what went right and what went wrong,' said Bush." (article)

Admitting that the government, on some level, or in some amount, failed to do it's job, and taking responsibility for it?

Is Dubya feeling alright? It's a shame he's not running for re-election. He just won back some of my respect.

But enough praise of the man... time to make fun of him.

First, Mr. FEMA:
I would have loved to have been around for this... "Brownie, you're doin' a heckuva job." Then shortly thereafter, in his best Trump voice, "Yer foy-erd"

Second, Judge Bobby:
I now know, having watched Judge Roberts' speech preceding the "hearings," why he was picked by the president: He is a most eloquent speaker, but is also capable of speaking Dubya-ese...

"I like Bobby. He's a good judge. A good American. A good man. A good looking man. And a smart man - you heard his speech. And he's gonna be a heck of an umpire. I have every confidence. He's got a good eye. He'll call the balls. And the strikes. A lot of strikes. He'll be the man behind the plate, not on the field swinging the bat. That'll be me. I'm the President. That means I get an aluminum bat... so I can hit the ball further. I've been working out. A lot of arm work. I'm gettin' pretty good. Got the pitching machine on the fastest speed now. It's good to be able to hit an eighty mile an hour fastball. It's... It's difficult. It's not easy. I can tell you. But... uh... Yeah. Uh. Bobby. He's a good man." (source)

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ON THE NICKEL
by Tom Waits

("I'd like to do a new song here. This is eh, it's about downtown Los Angeles on 5th Street. And eh all the winos affectionately refer to it as The Nickel. So this is kind of a hobo's lullaby.")

sticks and stones will break my bones,
but i always will be true, and when
your mama is dead and gone,
i'll sing this lullabye just for you,
and what becomes of all the little boys,
who never comb their hair,
well they're lined up all around the block,
on the nickel over there.

so you better bring a bucket,
there is a hole in the pail,
and if you don't get my letter,
then you'll know that i'm in jail,
and what becomes of all the little boys,
who never say their prayers,
well they're sleepin' like a baby,
on the nickel over there.

and if you chew tobacco, and wish upon a star,
well you'll find out where the scarecrows sit,
just like punchlines between the cars,
and i know a place where a royal flush,
can never beat a pair, and even thomas jefferson,
is on the nickel over there.

so ring around the rosie, you're sleepin' in the rain,
and you're always late for supper,
and man you let me down again,
i thought i heard a mockingbird, roosevelt knows where,
you can skip the light, with grady tuck,
on the nickel over there.

so what becomes of all the little boys,
who run away from home,
well the world just keeps gettin' bigger,
once you get out on your own,
so here's to all the little boys,
the sandman takes you where,
you'll be sleepin' with a pillowman,
on the nickel over there.

so let's climb up through that button hole,
and we'll fall right up the stairs,
and i'll show you where the short dogs grow,
on the nickel over there.