Let's Look At The "Good Side" Of Natural Disasters and Genocides.

Chronicle of a journey from youthful
know-it-all to old-fart astonishment.

Lady Bird Johnson's monument as First Lady is, or was, making the national highway system more scenic. Former First Lady, now First Mother, Barbara Bush told America`about the good side of Hurricaine Katrina for refugees from New Orleans' Ward Nine who then were huddled in the Houston SuperDome. Mike Kelly of Arcata, CA, took the unretouched picture [above] of the Lavendar Sun which would be impossible without the vast forest fires blazing away now in Northern CA http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T0FT3OtmbZc&feature=related AND http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yV8vcpMPPPA&NR=1 AND http://modis.gsfc.nasa.gov/gallery/individual.php?db_date=2008-06-29
Readers of this Blawg know Dr. Bawb as a Half-Full Glass kinda Shrink - to which label: "Damn straight I be!" The great Satchel Paige's rule [one of them] is equally, if not more, of use: "Never look back. Something might be gaining on you!" This applauds Kevin Phillips' "American Dynasty" and refutes InterNet rumors that Barbara Bush's father was Aleister Crowley. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Satchel_Paige
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aleister_Crowley

"What I'm hearing which is sort of scary is that they all want to stay in Texas. Everybody is so overwhelmed by the hospitality. And so many of the people in the area here, you know, were underpriviliged anyway so [CHUCKLE] this is working out very well for them." Sept 5, 2005

Sail on, sail on, Great Mother of State! say I in paraphrase of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's immortal poem. Before being overcome by desire to paraphrase the best line in the unintentionally funniest flick ever, "Youngblood Hawke" http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0058764/
and ask aloud: "Should we call you 'Longy' or 'Bloody'?" here are Longfellow's exact words. Laissaz bon temps roulez!


O Ship of State

Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O Union, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate! We know what Master laid thy keel, What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope! Fear not each sudden sound and shock, 'Tis of the wave and not the rock; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore, Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee. Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears, Our faith triumphant o'er our fears, Are all with thee, -are all with thee! Henry Wadsworth Longfellow