Vitter Gets A Smackdown

See Vitter speak nonsense. No. 1 and No. 2 are both false statements. I take his efforts to cut ACORN out of the funding personally, because the First Draft Krewe, of which I was a member, worked on gutting a house in Gentilly in New Orleans under the auspices of ACORN. What's wrong with Vitter? 3,500 homes in New Orleans rehabilitated by ACORN and their volunteers, and he wants them squeezed out!

UPDATE: The amendment was voted down. Thanks to Susan S. for asking. I meant to note that in the original post.

Lest you doubt my words, the picture is below. There we are, all fresh and clean, before we went to work.



Thanks to Athenae at First Draft for the picture and the tip on the video.

To My Caring Real Life And Virtual Friends

The response to my post on our recent sad news of another divorce in the family was overwhelming. When I read the comments over, 56 at last count, I cry. I reflect upon what an amazing phenomenon this blog community has become for me. How healing and uplifting it is to know that our family is surrounded by such an outpouring of love, caring, and prayers. My family and friends pray; my church community prays; and the blogging community prays.

I'm sounding more mushy than I'd like, but I don't know how else to say what I want to say, and words don't do justice by half to what I think and feel. Some of you posted lovely prayers, others of you poems, and yet others, your own wonderful words. I love them all.

MadPriest linked to my post, and even Fr. Christian Troll gave me a link. Did you know that the he has a soft, sweet side to him? I fear his enemies will take advantage.

Ostrich left a beautiful poem by Raymond Chapman that touched my heart.

When we seem to walk alone, we are not alone because we walk with God even in loneliness.

When light turns to darkness, we are not helpless, because Christ, the light of the world, shines on us.

When we go into the wilderness we are not lost because God makes new paths for the wandering feet.

He knows our frailty, our imperfection, and receives us when we come, offering only our weakness.

Sorrow and anger and regret, he understands them all and out of them will make all things new.

It is not anger but resentment that devours love, not repentence but guilt that destroys hope: if we avoid them, what has been good will not perish.

Put your hand into the hand of God, go forward, lonely, but not alone.

Raymond Chapman.

Thank you, thank you, thank you. May God bless you all!

Image from Glitter Pictures

♫ We Wish You To Get Well ! ♫

To all my blog friends who are afflicted with teh sick and who are all thoroughly sick of teh sick, my grandson with coughing and wheezing, Fran, with laryngitis, Counterlight with laryngitis which morphed into asthma, MadPriest, with man-flu, and any others of you out there who are not well from the depredations of the winter season or something else, I offer you my prayers and sympathy. I ask one thing of you. Please! Don't send teh sick our way.

♫ Get well, get well soon.
We wish you to get well. ♫

Street Gangs In Montana

Why are they lying around and standing around? Why don't they go to work? Next thing you know, they'll want government handouts.

From Doug, who thinks that God has a sense of humor.

Fats Domino - "Blueberry Hill"

I woke up this morning with "Blueberry Hill" playing in my head, over and over, and over and over. Don't get me wrong. I like Fats' "Blueberry Hill" a lot, but all day? Noooo. I post the video with the hope the song will get out of my head and onto my blog.

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Am I Lucky, Or What?

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What a surprise! I will use the money for my trip to England and give what's left over to charity.

"Please Pray For My Country"

From Brian R. in Australia:

I ask for your prayers for those who have died, those who are injured, those who have lost loved ones and those who have lost their homes and all they possess.

Read the rest at Noble Wolf.

Sunday Morning Humor For Those Who Sleep In

WHATEVER HITS THE FAN WILL
NOT BE DISTRIBUTED EVENLY.

I have kleptomania,
but when it gets bad,
I take something for it.

FOLLOW YOUR DREAMS!
Except that one where you're naked in church.

Sometimes too much to drink isn't enough.

Suicidal twin kills sister by mistake!

My short-term memory is not as sharp as it used to be.
Also, my short-term memory's not as sharp as it used to be.

Welcome to Utah
Set your watch back 20 years.

In just two days from now,
tomorrow will be yesterday.

A bartender is just a pharmacist
with a limited inventory.

The statement below is true.
The statement above is false.

I may be schizophrenic,
but at least I have each other.

I am a Nobody.
Nobody is Perfect.
Therefore I am Perfect.

Dyslexics Have More Nuf.

In Memorium

With all the sadness and trauma going on in the world at the moment, it is worth reflecting on the death of a very important person, which almost went unnoticed last week. Larry LaPrise, the man who wrote "The Hokey Pokey", died peacefully at age 93. The most traumatic part for his family was getting him into the coffin. They put his left leg in. And then the trouble started.

I LOVE COOKING WITH WINE
Sometimes I even put it in the food

Other than that, Mrs. Lincoln,
how was the play?

When you work here,
you can name your own salary.
I named mine, "Fred".

Money isn't everything,
but it sure keeps the kids in touch.

Reality is only an illusion
that occurs due to a lack of alcohol.

I am having an out-of-money experience.

As a senior citizen was driving down the freeway, his car phone rang. Answering, he heard his wife's voice urgently warning him, "Herman, I just heard on the news that there's a car going the wrong way on 280 Interstate. Please be careful!"

"It's not just one car," said Herman. "It's hundreds of them!"

Don't sweat the petty things.
Don't pet the sweaty things.

Corduroy pillows are making headlines!

I want to die while asleep like my grandfather,
not screaming in terror like the passengers in his car.

I FOUND JESUS!
He was in my trunk when I got back from Tijuana.

Don't blame me. Blame the wicked Doug. Keep in mind that you haven't seen the worst of it, for I exercised my censorship privileges.

From The Franciscan Tradition

O my God, you are here.
O my God, I am here.
O my God, we are here.
And always, always you love us.
Always, always you love us.

If Humor There Shall Be...

then the humor shall be dark.

Don't blame me. Blame Doug.