Monday, September 05, 2005

Latest Essay by Bill Whittle

This blog was not started to be a serious venture and so far it has been a place to cut and paste jokes and videos and to tell some fishing stories. It will continue to be so but before reverting to form, I will make one final Hurricane Katrina post. It comes from former fighter pilot and current Hollywood film editor and essayist. His latest essay, "Tribes" is linked above-(He and I both warn of some strong language but most of it is needed for effect). Hurricane Katrina has torn the scab off a wound and he eloquently describes why it hurts.
My biggest pet peeve is people who are not "doers," but are chronic and inveterate complainers, whines, moaners, bitchers and hurlers of blame. They talk and have solutions for everything but that's as far as they will go. They will actually do nothing-ever!-except complain. For godsake people, do something, anything, to help these hurricane victims and shut up while you do it. Get off you checkbooks-next time it could be you. When New Orleans is back as a functioning city, then you can engage in the absolutely futile activity of scoring cheap political points from the human suffering and death.


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9:02 PM  
Blogger 'Thought & Humor' said...

We work like a horse.
We eat like a pig.
We like to play chicken.
You can get someone's goat.
We can be as slippery as a snake.
We get dog tired.
We can be as quiet as a mouse.
We can be as quick as a cat.
Some of us are as strong as an ox.
People try to buffalo others.
Some are as ugly as a toad.
We can be as gentle as a lamb.
Sometimes we are as happy as a lark.
Some of us drink like a fish.
We can be as proud as a peacock.
A few of us are as hairy as a gorilla.
You can get a frog in your throat.
We can be a lone wolf.
But I'm having a whale of a time!

You have a riveting web log
and undoubtedly must have
atypical & quiescent potential
for your intended readership.
May I suggest that you do
everything in your power to
honor your encyclopedic/omniscient
Designer/Architect as well
as your revering audience.
As soon as we acknowledge
this Supreme Designer/Architect,
Who has erected the beauteous
fabric of the universe, our minds
must necessarily be ravished with
wonder at this infinate goodness,
wisdom and power.

Please remember to never
restrict anyone's opportunities
for ascertaining uninterrupted
existence for their quintessence.

There is a time for everything,
a season for every activity
under heaven. A time to be
born and a time to die. A
time to plant and a time to
harvest. A time to kill and
a time to heal. A time to
tear down and a time to
rebuild. A time to cry and
a time to laugh. A time to
grieve and a time to dance.
A time to scatter stones
and a time to gather stones.
A time to embrace and a
time to turn away. A time to
search and a time to lose.
A time to keep and a time to
throw away. A time to tear
and a time to mend. A time
to be quiet and a time to
speak up. A time to love
and a time to hate. A time
for war and a time for peace.

Best wishes for continued ascendancy,
Dr. Howdy

'Thought & Humor'

P.S. One thing of which I am sure is
that the common culture of my youth
is gone for good. It was hollowed out
by the rise of ethnic "identity politics,"
then splintered beyond hope of repair
by the emergence of the web-based
technologies that so maximized and
facilitated cultural choice as to make
the broad-based offerings of the old
mass media look bland and unchallenging
by comparison."

{Please note that this letter about your
esteemed site promotes no merchandise -
but is simply a missive of good will to you.}

9:04 PM  

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