Friday, October 31, 2008
TO DOLE OUT CANDY AT THE DOOR
WHEN WE KNOW WELL THE RACCOONS
IN THE DARKNESS
WAITING TO STEAL THE CANDY
OF UNCHAPERONED OR TOO-OLD CHILDREN.........
OR TO TAKE ARMS AGAINST THE ONSLAUGHT
BY WITHDRAWING BEHIND CLOSED SHUTTERS
TO PROTECT THE WEE ONES FROM THEIR ULTIMATE DISAPPOINTMENT;
TO PARTAKE INSTEAD OF THE DUSTY, YEARS OLD, EMERGENCY YUKON JACK
MINI-BOTTLE ON THE MANTLE
IN A HALLOWEEN OBSERVANCE OF OUR OWN.................
HE HE HE HE HAW-W-W-W !!!!
THAT IS THE QUESTION!
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Parents objected, saying it conflicts with Catholic beliefs
By JOE PETRIE Waukesha Freeman Staff (Joe Petrie can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org)
WAUKESHA – A prominent Catholic school principal has taken down a political sign in front of his own house after it created a row with some parents. Mark Schmitt, principal of Catholic Memorial High School, has taken down a sign supporting Democratic presidential candidate Sen. Barack Obama, D-Ill., after some school parents voiced concerns that supporting Obama would conflict with Catholic beliefs. Early Wednesday evening, Schmitt said he took down the sign but didn’t have further comment. Ron Mohorek, chair of the Catholic Memorial board of directors, said some parents had raised questions about Schmitt’s and the school’s position on Catholic issues because of the support for Obama, a candidate with a pro-choice position on abortion. Mohorek said parents have been assured the school and Schmitt thoroughly stand behind the faith and all its teachings, and supporting a particular political candidate over another doesn’t necessarily mean a conflict of faith. “I don’t remember an issue like this coming up before,” Mohorek said. “We’re a taxexempt organization, so we don’t take a political position one way or another.” Mohorek said it’s well within Schmitt’s rights to support a political candidate by putting a sign in his yard, and there aren’t any rules barring staff from doing so. He said it would be inappropriate for a staff member to spread political positions at the school, but Schmitt and other staff members have not done that. The matter has been confined to the school and the Milwaukee Archdiocese hasn’t been involved in the complaints, Mohorek said. “It’s fully within Mark’s rights to support whatever candidate he wants, and what really happened is it created some confusion and questions about Catholic Memorial’s stance on the principles of the Catholic church,” he said. “We’re 100 percent supportive of those principles and we know Mark is as well.”
the countdown continues.................
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Monday, October 27, 2008
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Friday, October 24, 2008
Thursday, October 23, 2008
From: "STEWART J. TOLBERT" <email@example.com>
To: "David Dix" <firstname.lastname@example.org>
Sent: Thursday, October 23, 2008 12:47 PM
Subject: Re: food for thought
> Namaste means I 'recognize the child of God that you truly are' . I > have adjusted the definition for our culture , but I am spot on. I > will write a small essay on it and send that to you , My Friend you > my correct my spelling and ANYTHING I send you is yours to do with as > you see fit . I know your heart is pure my Brother so I trust you. I > thank you for giving me both a forum and a filter/editor so I don't > show so much of my foolishness. I am dyslexic , and in my age group > teachers did not know why I seemed smart but could not spell, some > just figured I was a cheat , a Catholic education is tough enough.> stew> ps the vidio was wonderful.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
"who was Eva Cassidy?"
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Saturday, October 18, 2008
I went to the Waukesha farmers market again. This AM it was 38 degrees and sunny. Walking over the foot-bridge from the parking lot across the Fox, I again saw the jumble of spider webs on the ironwork. Today there was only one spider. Last week there were many. The single one today was hunched in the very center of his web. As if to preserve any warmth his threatened body had, it waited in a ball for the sun to warm things a little.
I bought some more tomatos, some more spinach, an exotic-looking succulent house plant that had a vernacular name I've forgotten, some corn on the cob, and another bag of "Spy" apples which have proven very good......
and three red peppers, nice and fat and robust. One looks just like a clenched fist.
When I got home there was a (but-for-one) unseen wildly-singing flock of robins in the back tree, getting psyched, I presumed, for their migration. Usually seen in the yard singly, this was a cacophonous roosting cluster. They were bunched.
Friday, October 17, 2008
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
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Oct. 14, 2008
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What can I do to set the account square?
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cc: Editor, Waukesha Sewer Raccoon News (for publicatiion)
Monday, October 13, 2008
The New Yorker
Oct. 20, 2008
Beyond the Palin
Format isn’t everything. John McCain’s campaign specialty has been the “town hall,” where the candidate wanders the stage, microphone in hand, answering questions from ordinary citizens and bantering with them. So his staff was happy that his second debate with Barack Obama, which took place last Tuesday evening, in Nashville, Tennessee, was structured according to his favorite style. McCain’s town meetings have been one-man shows, based on a relationship between candidate and audience that falls somewhere between that of a celebrity to his fans and that of a king to his subjects—one important man and a roomful of the little people.
The Nashville town hall was an interlude of comparative comity, sandwiched between moldy slices of slander. Early in the general-election campaign, Obama was accused, for example, of favoring “painful tax increases on working American families,” when in fact his tax hike would apply only to family incomes of more than a quarter million dollars a year. Perhaps that could be dismissed as a routine political stretcher. But Obama was also portrayed as a libertine who demanded that kindergartners be exposed to explicit descriptions of sexual intercourse (when in fact he proposed only to teach them to recognize inappropriate advances) and as a sexist boor who called the Republican Vice-Presidential nominee a pig (when in fact he used a common simile that his opponent had a habit of using himself). None of this quite amounted to suggesting that the Democrat is a traitor or a facilitator of terror. That came after the financial crisis began and Obama took a small but persistent lead in the opinion polls.
Early this month, McCain moved nearly his entire advertising budget into negative territory. But “negative” hardly does justice to the mendacity of the campaign of vilification that bracketed Nashville. “Barack Obama has said that all we’re doing in Afghanistan is air-raiding villages and killing civilians,” Sarah Palin said the week before. “Such a reckless, reckless comment and untrue comment, again, hurts our cause.” McCain’s wife, Cindy—who, in May, had said, “My husband is absolutely opposed to any negative campaigning at all”—told a rally last week, “The day that Senator Obama decided to cast a vote to not fund my son while he was serving sent a cold chill through my body.” A McCain television spot summed up the line of attack:Who is Barack Obama? He says our troops in Afghanistan are [Obama’s voice] “just air-raiding villages and killing civilians.” How dishonorable. Congressional liberals voted repeatedly to cut off funding to our active troops, increasing the risk on their lives. How dangerous. Obama and congressional liberals. Too risky for America.
Here is what Obama actually said, fourteen months ago: “We’ve got to get the job done there, and that requires us to have enough troops so that we’re not just air-raiding villages and killing civilians, which is causing enormous pressure over there.” He was calling for reinforcements, not casting aspersions. And, as McCain must know, the one Senate vote on which the charge of defunding the troops is based has a mirror image. In May of 2007, Obama voted against a troop-funding bill because it did not include steps toward withdrawal from Iraq; two months earlier, McCain had voted against one because it did. In neither case did their parliamentary maneuverings pose the slightest risk to the life of a single soldier.
Enter Bill Ayers, the former Weatherman, now a college professor and a pillar of the Chicago education-reform establishment. Palin again, a few days ago: “Our opponent is someone who sees America as imperfect enough to pal around with terrorists who targeted their own country.” At the end of the nineteen-sixties, when Bill Ayers was a leader of the New Left’s most destructive, self-destructive, and delusional splinter, Barack Obama was a small boy living with his mother in Indonesia. The fact that thirty years later Obama and Ayers sat on a couple of the same nonprofit boards tells us no more about Obama’s politics and character than does the fact that another member of one of those boards was Arnold R. Weber, the former president of the Civic Committee of the Commercial Club of Chicago and a donor of fifteen hundred dollars to the McCain campaign. Ayers and Obama are not now, nor have they ever been, pals.
The Obama campaign has been spending money on negativity, too, of course—about a third of its advertising outlay. And a few of their ads have been purposely misleading. For example, an Obama radio spot says of McCain, “He’s opposed stem-cell research.” (That too-clever use of a contraction allows the line to be more truthy than true: McCain flip-flopped on embryonic-stem-cell research in 2001.) But there is no equivalence between the two campaigns. If there were, Obama’s ads would be “raising questions” about the other ticket’s “associations.” For example, Todd Palin was a registered member of the Alaskan Independence Party—to which his wife, as governor, has sent friendly greetings—between 1995 and 2002. Four years before Todd joined, the A.I.P.’s founder, Joe Vogler, declared, “The fires of hell are frozen glaciers compared to my hatred for the American government,” and added, referring to the Stars and Stripes, “I won’t be buried under their damned flag!” (Sure enough, in 1995, Vogler, after being murdered in connection with an informal transaction involving plastic explosives, was buried in Canada.) Good material for an attack ad there, no? Ditto the fact that during the early nineteen-eighties John McCain sat on the advisory board of General John Singlaub’s U.S. Council for World Freedom—the American outpost of the World Anti-Communist League, a sort of clearing house for former Nazi collaborators, Central American death-squad leaders, and assorted international thugs. And, unlike Obama’s alleged palship with Ayers, these things are true.
The Obama campaign hasn’t gone there, for which it deserves no special credit; it has more to gain from sticking to the realities of the economy and the war. But the other side has been late in having second thoughts. This became frighteningly obvious in recent days, as the rallies McCain and Palin have held around the country turned into bloodcurdling hate-fests. The shouts of supporters in response to the candidates’ attacks on Obama—“Traitor!” “Terrorist!” “Kill him!”—were uttered without rebuke. On CNN the other night, Anderson Cooper asked David Gergen, the soul of moderate concerned citizenship, about “all this anger out there.” Gergen replied, “We’ve seen it in a Palin rally. We saw it at the McCain rally today. . . . There is this free-floating sort of whipping-around anger that could really lead to some violence. I think we’re not far from that.” Suddenly, McCain seems to be worried, too. “I admire Senator Obama and his accomplishments,” he told a restive crowd in Lakeville, Minnesota, last Friday. “I will respect him, and I want everyone to be respectful.” The crowd—the mob—booed. If McCain loses, or even if he wins, his campaign will be remembered as a tragedy in the Aristotelian sense, in which a hero is ruined through some terrible choice of his own. One can only hope that the tragedy will be his alone, and not the nation’s. ♦
In 1984, the above painting of Poppy's Barn - the barn of John Means Sr. - was skillfully accomplished by his 14 year old son, Jeffrey. It wasn't executed in canvas. It was done on a small 4 inch by 5 inch piece of Masonite. Jeffrey is the brother-in-law of this SRN editor. He is a photographer currently living in New York City where he's been, in Brooklyn, since his graduation from the Maryland Institute of Art following high school.
The extended Means family of Pleasant Valley Maryland orbit around the patriarchic sun of John Means Sr. and his matriarchal partner moon, wife Jean. These powerful people are oriented toward life-saving, generally. There are many firefighters, a nurse, a beautiful and brilliant self-educated theologian (Mrs. SRN) - who successfully works the New York Times acrostic puzzles - and does many many other things.
They are also skilled in making do. John Means has for years farmed 22 acres and raised steers, food for all his family. Fruit trees and a vineyard augment the edible scenery. It is lovely, as the Masonite painting shows.
An example of making do (just one): Years ago, John Means was employed hanging billboards across a wide region of states. When there were billboards to take down, he had permission to carry home and stockpile many large signs that would have been otherwise discarded. When he had enough, he built that barn, from carefully-aligned, old but still serviceable billboards.
Recycling from before it had a name. Painted on the exterior in traditional barn red color with white trim, one must be right next to Poppy's barn to see that is a beautifully-assembled jigsaw puzzle.
From the inside, the utilitarian side, no paint was ever wasted cosmeticizing. One sees, behind stacked hay-bales in the working barn, the advertising of various businesses whose signage made a much longer-lasting three-dimensional, utilitarian structure.
The home is known as Means Rest, on Hughes Shop Road. John and Jean Means are the grandparents of this editor's children, Leland and Erin. Jeffrey is their uncle.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Not only transports pedestrians
Across the now peaceful river
To the farmers market
Where they will buy fresh food
The spiders, eight-legged
Bridge walkers and builders
Energized by the sun
Will also snag a morsel