Crankshaft: Well, there's another year in the books.
Rose: I wonder what chapter we're on.
May 2013 bring joy and happiness!
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Thanksgiving, a day made famous for its annual observation of giving thanks.
Thanks for the delicious feast before us, with its tantalizing aroma. But that is only minor, indeed.
Thanks for those beside you, around you,, those you care for near and far, past and present, content in the knowledge that we, as the human race, deep inside are connected as one.
What a wonderful world it would be if we treated every day like thanksgiving.
They paved paradise and put up a parkin' lot With a pink hotel, a boutique, and a swingin' hot spot Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you got till it's gone They paved paradise and put up a parking lot They took all the trees, and put em in a tree museum And they charged the people a dollar and a half to see them Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you got till it's gone They paved paradise, and put up a parking lot Hey farmer, farmer, put away your DDT I don't care about spots on my apples, LEAVE me the birds and the bees please Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you got till it's gone They paved paradise and put up a parking lot
President Obama, one week after his controversial "you didn't build that" remark, claimed Friday that the criticism he's taking from Republicans is "bogus." Though Republicans say the president was implying that business owners didn't build their businesses, Obama said he was just talking about roads and bridges.Read more here . You can watch the video (he was on the radio, so it is actually an audio) - the statement is at 1:01. I don't care about the blowhard who follows. But, please, Mr. President: I have heard enough about "it depends on the meaning of 'is'" to recognize backpeddling. Have the courage of your convictions or quit lecturing us. I can't get the embed code to work. The video is here www.youtube.com/watch?v=5DwJE1VbJtU
No Man Is An Island No man is an island, Entire of itself. Each is a piece of the continent, A part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less. As well as if a promontory were. As well as if a manor of thine own Or of thine friend's were. Each man's death diminishes me, For I am involved in mankind. Therefore, send not to know For whom the bell tolls, It tolls for thee. John Donne