Six Word Saturday - 11/07

Alas, poor Bradford Pear - rent asunder.

GOP victories send message to Democrats

That is the headline of this L A Times article,   which contains a brilliant quote from the always-on-top-of-things Michael Steele.

"It sends a clear signal that voters have had enough of the president's liberal agenda," Republican Party Chairman Michael Steele said after Robert F. McDonnell emerged as the winner in Virginia.

Let's examine these results and see if Steele has a point.  Republican Robert McDonnell crushed his Democratic opponent.  As the linked Times article indicates:

Deep Stupid # 11

What I love most about Michelle Malkin is her ideological purity. To Michelle, having a record slightly to the right of the average New York State Republican Assembly Member is equivalent to radical liberalism.  You, know, it would almost be fun - in a plodding, tedious sort of way - to be making this stuff up.  But, the second thing that I love about Michelle is that she saves me the trouble.


In case you missed it, the 23rd congressional district of the great state of New York had an open seat to fill.  It seems that radical leftist/socialist/democrat-partyist/nazi-commie/arab-and-or-muslim President B. Hussein O'Bama, in a fit of devious cynicism, appointed Republican Congressman John M. McHugh as Secretary of the Army.  Thus opened the seat, and this week's election filled it.

Wednesday Poetry Blogging

Today, A real-life incident.

A non-fruit-bearing Bradford Pear tree in our front yard split and fell in the wind overnight, Friday to Saturday.  We discovered this trick on Hallowe'en morning.

       My Erstwhile Tree

I never thought that I would see
The fracture of my lovely tree.

A tree that stood with rigid will
Against the side of my front hill.

A tree whose leaves were late to stay
Until a frozen winter day.

A tree whose slant was cause for dread,
Whose leafy arms were too wide spread.

But now whose shape is just half-round
As once high branches touch the ground.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But a mighty wind unmade my tree.

Daughter of Ungoliant

The silken fabric 

Of my life; end of the line
For the unwary.

Mellow Yellow Monday

Same sand castle as last week. Different lighting conditions, moat hydrology and population density.





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Confession of a Stat-Counter Sock Puppet

Since I installed Statcounter on October 2nd, over 1000 guests have visited my blog.  Not bad for one month at what I thought was the most obscure blog in the known universe.

Full disclosure - For technical reasons, I'm not able to prevent stat-counter from counting my own hits - hence my unintended sock-puppet activity.  I'm not sure how many times I've been counted, but I'm guessing fewer than twice per day.

By tomorrow, Nov. 2, the hit count will be far enough past 1000, that I'm sure the actual visitor count will be close enough to round up.

Thanks for visiting.  Leave a comment.  Tell me when I'm wrong.

Cheers!
JzB