Monday, December 31, 2007

The Shack Just South of Town...

I guess this is a day of re-exploring for me. I was exploring a web site of mine and found a poem I liked and posted it on A Time and a Place. Now I'll post a poem (one of my best, circa 1970) on this blog. Please don't think I believe I am the best poet around; that's my job! 'chuckle' Enjoy... PS..Be sure to bring your crying towel!

In 1970 I was privileged to attend Modesto Junior College on the GI bill. In my English Lit class we were asked to write something over the weekend; a story, poem or whatever. I wrote the following poem in about an hour.

The Shack Just South of Town

The day was long, the sun was hot, The flies came swarmin' 'round

The garbage can that sat beside The Shack Just South of Town

The door was open; nothin' stopped the insects in their flight, And in and out they flew as if they thought they had the right

To come and go whene'er they pleased and be a social pest, And never let a body really settle down and rest.

You'd think the shack was empty and not a soul around, To look at all the bugs and flies and know the only sound

Was comin' from these pesky things, as back and forth they flew, Both in and out the open door and through the windows, too.

You'd think that, 'til you had a look inside this filthy den That reeked of human odors and the acrid smell of gin,

And food that lay uneaten nigh on a week, I'd say. Twas better had you never known the woman anyway

Who lived inside these wretched walls, this place that she called home, Or heard her mumble in her sleep, or heard her drunken moan.

But if you'd listen close enough, you'd hear a name or two Mixed faintly with the mumblings and the curses of this shrew.

The names of those a long time gone but unforgotten still; Recalled from memories of the past; the days this shack was filled

With sounds of love and laughter made by the family here; The woman and her husband, and a tiny baby, dear.

So dear the child to both of them, it filled their hearts with joy To know that heaven had blessed them with this happy baby boy.

The man was nothing special, the least on looks, you'd say, But hard work never slowed him down, he'd start at break of day

And work the land from dawn to dusk and seldom stop for rest With no complaints, content to know he'd always done his best

To see his family always had enough to eat and such, And clothes to keep 'em from the cold; they'd never want for much.

And the woman loved her husband, they were happy with their life, And the little child to bless them; both the husband and the wife.

But it couldn't last forever, if forever be a year, For a thing was soon to happen that would banish all their cheer.

All the crops were ripe for harvest when a norther came around And without such as a warning, drove it all into the ground!

This would be a long, cold winter with no light to fill the gloom, For the man could buy no oil for the lantern in the room,

And no food would grace the table, for the crops they counted on To suffice them through the winter and to fill their needs was gone.

So a desperate decision by the man and wife was found; He would have to leave his family and to look for work in town.

But the work was hard to come by and the man was gone from home Weeks on end in search of labor, and the girl was left alone.

For a while she took it calmly; then her thoughts began to fly To the tavern they had visited in the little town nearby;

And the more she thought about it, all the more she'd like to go And be with those happy people, and the man would never know.

She would just be gone an hour, and the babe would be all right, Were he left alone no longer than it took her on this night. And she went...

Such a grand time she was having, being with these folks again; She was offered, and accepted, just a little sip of gin;

Then another and another, 'till the room began to blur, And she sank into a stupor, and no one could waken her!

When she woke up in the morning in the stable where she lay, With the hostler there beside her, lying naked in the hay, -

Then the thought crushed in around her of this dreadful thing she'd done,- Of her desecrated marriage; then her thoughts ran to her son,

And in frantic desperation toward the little shack she flew, Filled with dread and deep foreboding, closer to the house she drew.

There she came up to the pathway and she saw the open door, And the dread anticipation flooded o'er her all the more.

As she stumbled through the portal close to where the babe had slept, Then she saw the crib was empty, and with piercing scream she leapt

Through the back of the cabin!! --There she saw the new made mound, And she saw the man, her husband, kneeling there upon the ground.

He had picked some silly flowers that were covered up with frost, And he'd made a little garland and had hung it on the cross.

Then he rose and faced the woman; there was nothing she could say,- Not a word the husband uttered, but just turned and walked away.

Now the woman lives alone there, Where a family once did dwell;

Lives alone there with the knowledge That she'd brought about this hell;

Lives there with these rancid odors,- With the flies the only sound;

In this little dingy cabin; In this Shack Just South of Town.



Saturday, December 29, 2007

Pakistan offers to exhume Benazir Bhutto...

This is about the lady in Pakistan who, as I understand it, wanted that nation to be a democracy and who was killed because of that. Evidently, her friends and followers believe she was shot and killed and the Pakistani officials say she bumped her head on the edge of the sun roof of the car she was riding in when the terrorist attack happened. An American official says he has no reason to doubt the Pakistani government's version of the incident. (Big surprise, that is..sure)

Actually, this is what almost always happens when anyone from any of the Muslim countries wants to start a democracy. Jordan, for instance, was a mostly Christian democratic nation not too many years ago. Them the Muslims, led by Syria, decided they wanted the country so they, for the most part, took over. And Jordan's friend, the United States, did nothing to help Jordan's leaders.

Oh, well,-what the's not that important, I guess, since America is sending Americans over there to die for those people who want us dead. I mean, who knew Muslims ALL hated the great Satan, the United States of America! I'm just happy I am too old to go 'over there' and help Islam kill Americans and Christians and finish taking over the world! Like I said, "Oh, well..."


Friday, December 21, 2007

Christmas and Santa...A Child's Fantasy?..

...Sleep In Heavenly Peace...
"...and Jesus said; ' ...Suffer the little children to come unto Me, and forbid them not: for of such is the kingdom of God...'" (Mark 10:13-14). Later...

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Bill and Hillary...Presidents?...

Subject: 1970 Phote of Bill & Hilary
1970's Photo and info....


Let this email speak for itself.

The Clinton 's.....From your Vietnam Era Veterans.


(Bill &Hillary - Grit your teeth before you read this!)

Bill Clinton registers for the draft on September 08, 1964, accepting all contractual conditions of registering for the draft. Selective Service Number is 326 46 228.

Bill Clinton classified 2-S on November 17, 1964.

Bill Clinton reclassified 1-A on March 20, 1968.

Bill Clinton ordered to report for induction on July 28, 1969.

Bill Clinton refuses to report and is not inducted into the military.

Bill Clinton reclassified 1-D after enlisting in the United States Army Reserves on August 07, 1969, under authority of COL. E. Holmes.

Clinton signs enlistment papers and takes oath of enlistment. Bill Clinton fails to report to his duty station at the University of Arkansas ROTC, September 1969.

Bill Clinton reclassified 1-A on October 30, 1969, as enlistment with Army Reserves is revoked by Colonel E. Holmes and Clinton now AWOL and subject to arrest under Public Law 90-40 (2)(a) registrant who has failed to report...remain liable for induction.

Bill Clinton's birth date lottery number is 311, drawn December 1, 1969, but anyone who has already been ordered to report for induction is INELIGIBLE!

Bill Clinton runs for Congress (1974), while a fugitive from justice under Public Law 90-40.

Bill Clinton runs for Arkansas Attorney General (1976), while a fugitive from justice.

Bill Clinton receives pardon on January 21, 1977, from President Carter.

Bill Clinton becomes the FIRST PARDONED FEDERAL FELON ever to serve as President of the United States .

All these facts come from Freedom of Information requests, public laws, and various books that have been published, and have not been refuted by Clinton.

After the 1993 World Trade Center bombing, President Clinton promised that those responsible would be hunted down and punished.

After the 1995 bombing in Saudi Arabia , which killed five U.S.

military personnel, Clinton promised that those responsible would be hunted down and punished.

After the 1996 Khobar Towers bombing in Saudi Arabia , which killed 19 and injured 200 U.S. military personnel, Clinton promised that those responsible would be hunted down and punished.

After the 1998 bombing of U.S. embassies in Africa, which killed 224 and injured 5,000, Clinton promised that those responsible would be hunted down and punished.

After the 2000 bombing of the USS Cole, which killed 17 and injured 39 U.S. sailors, Clint on promised that those responsible be hunted down and punished.

Maybe if Clinton had kept those promises, an estimated 3,000 people in New York and Washington , DC . who are now dead would be alive today.

THINK ABOUT IT! It is a strange turn of events.

Hillary gets $8 Million for her forthcoming memoir.

Bill gets about $12 Million for his memoirs yet to be written. This from two people who spent 8 years being unable to recall anything about past events while under oath.

Sincerely, Cdr. Hamilton McWhorter USN (ret)

P.S. Please forward this to as many people as you can! We don't want this woman to even THINK of becoming President!


Thursday, December 13, 2007

Debates..errr..ummm..-Yeah! Why Not!...

I just watched the Democratic Debates from Iowa. Boy, what a show! What a farce! Wait...Let me explain.

I watched the Republican Debate Yesterday and came away wondering how people can think so differently and all be running for the same office.

I also wondered why the moderator was so antagonistic toward the candidates and why it all appeared so personal. It was pretty obvious the candidates, including the moderator, didn't much like each other.

At least I learned something about each person. That helped me to understand why I like Senator/DA Fred Thompson.

I'm a Republican so I'll vote for him!

I, also, learned something about the Democratic candidates, including the moderator. They all think exactly alike, have the same interests, want the same things and all love each other immensely!

The only thing that wasn't right about the Democratic debate is, there was no group hug when it was over! That would have capped it!

If I were a Democrat, I'd vote for all of them! Later...

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Father killed daughter for not wearing hijab, her friends say...

Another of our Muslim 'friends'. This is one of the 'good' ones. A loving father. A typical follower of allah, whoever that is. This is what islam is all about, like it or not. What a shame.

"Friends and classmates of a 16-year-old girl (shown above) who police say was murdered by her devout Muslim father in a Toronto suburb told local media Tuesday she was killed for not wearing a hijab."(Muslim head scarf) "She loved clothes," another of her friends, Dominiquia Holmes-Thompson, told the daily Toronto Star. "She just wanted to show her beauty ... She just wanted to dress like us, just like a normal person."

Some years back a Muslim man killed his daughter here in the US for the same thing; wanting to be a regular teenager. What a sin! What a reason to kill your own child! Americans do not need people like this and that means all Muslims!

PS: Muslim stabs wife when daughter becomes Christian

PPSS: Daughter raped by brothers, murdered by mother

It never stops.