What glorious deeds, what fame thou hast! Iowa, O! Iowa!

On this magnificent day when freedom rings across the plains, I wandered around in Emerson's Wikiquote page, directed there by Samuel Adams:

• When a whole nation is roaring Patriotism at the top of its voice, I am fain to explore the cleanness of its hands and purity of its heart.
  • 10 December 1824

• The Religion that is afraid of science dishonours God and commits suicide. It acknowledges that it is not equal to the whole of truth, that it legislates, tyrannizes over a village of God's empires but is not the immutable universal law. Every influx of atheism, of skepticism is thus made useful as a mercury pill assaulting and removing a diseased religion and making way for truth.
  • 4 March 1831

• A sect or party is an elegant incognito devised to save a man from the vexation of thinking.
• 20 June 1831

• And, Men are what their mothers made them.

"Screw Warren Buffett"

As Mrs H and I suffer today from respiratory and sinus infection delivered by The Big, we have turned on  Too Big To Fail.

Several minutes in, I have the same reaction I had four years ago.  These bastards, every one of them, should've thrown their Aeron chairs through their office windows and followed them to the street.  Firearms would've been a suitable substitute for those with offices on low floors.

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... more days before I guess the Packers play the Patriots again for the No Fun League title.  Or the Saints play the Patriots.  Or the same freakin' teams play the same freakin' ...

Hey — what's this deal with the Bungles and the Lions and the 49ers?  Didn't the Lions win like NO games in 2008?  And the 49ers were last in the playoffs when I was an editor?  And the Bungles ... don't get anybody from Zinzinnati started.

Anyway, let's get 'em out of the way.  Pitchers and catchers in 47 days, and counting.

Whither Thou?

A doddering nutjob from Texas, a sleazy homophobe from Pennsylvania, and a guy with corporations and not convictions at his core.  And Newt, and Mr. Oops, whose face looks more and more like a worn boot, and The Madwoman of Stillwater.

Don't we deserve better than this?  Don't we deserve ... Sarah?

Here's an idea: Let Obama run for re-election as a Republican (c'mon, people; study the record), and pit Kucinich against him.  The nation deserves better than your basic town council election, in which the sometimes-unshowered guy who sits in the front row and complains gets a few votes.

Follow this link to read James Carville's take on the matter of the Grand Obama Party.

The Wheels on the Bus ...

Among my assignments in the Technology in the Classroom class required for my master's in education (an online class, by the way, that cranked us through every-other-day assignments but that taught us nothing about SMARTboards, classroom software, and the "in" things that we'd never see anyway owing to the state of public school financing) was the creation of a blog.  And this is the resurrected corpse of that assignment.

Sadly, I forgot everything about this thing except the password needed to get into it.  Templates, advanced design, ad placement, photo integration, mobile posting, and a whole mess of other stuff will take a while to root.  Evidence: the three names this has had in three hours.  You'd think I were Mitt Romney or somebody.

Home

It's where from now on I might write outside the realm of Facebook. I'm told Facebook is passé, and that I should write in a more professional realm.

Whatever.

More later.