Still hampered by her injuries, Lynch walked slowly to the witness table. “The American people are capable of determining their own ideals of heroes and they don’t need to be told elaborate tales,” Lynch said.

The thing is that the Bush Administration needed to tell elaborate tales to keep the public on it's side. Once you start lying you gotta keep lying. Tangled webs an' all that Shakesperian stuff.

Sunday Arvo

Blind what??

Early Tuesday morning memory blogging.

Leunig

Explosion rocks Iraqi parliament, 2 dead

BAGHDAD - A bomb rocked Iraqs parliament building in the heavily fortified Green Zone Thursday, killing at least two lawmakers in a stunning security breach in the third month of a U.S.-Iraqi crackdown on violence in the capital, officials said.

No mention of the peaceful marketplaces and all the schools that were painted today. Goddam librul media!!

Vale Kurt Vonnegut jr.

But I had a good uncle, my late Uncle Alex. He was my father's kid brother, a childless graduate of Harvard who was an honest life-insurance salesman in Indianapolis. He was well-read and wise. And his principal complaint about other human beings was that they so seldom noticed it when they were happy. So when we were drinking lemonade under an apple tree in the summer, say, and talking lazily about this and that, almost buzzing like honeybees, Uncle Alex would suddenly interrupt the agreeable blather to exclaim, "If this isn't nice, I don't know what is."

November 11, 1922 - April 11, 2007.

I don't know why but I've always felt that there was something of the Pooh bear about Kurt.

They walked on, thinking of This and That, and by-and-by they came to an enchanted place on the very top ofthe Forest called Galleons Lap, which is sixty-something trees in a circle; and Christopher Robin knew that it was enchanted because nobody had ever been able to count whether it was sixty-three or sixty-four, not even when he tied a piece of string round each tree after he had counted it. Being enchanted, its floor was not like the floor the Forest, gorse and bracken and heather, but close-set grass, quiet and smooth and green. It was the only place in the Forest where you couldsit down carelessly, without getting up again almost at once and looking for some where else. Sitting there they could see the whole world spread out until it reached the sky, and whatever there was all the world over was with them in Galleons Lap.

Falling Joys, Lock It.

Thursday night memory blogging.

Fuck you Mr. Jones...... heh.

Century

The Fun's in the Fight.

So keep fightin' for freedom and justice, beloveds, but don't you forget to have fun doin' it. Lord, let your laughter ring forth. Be outrageous, ridicule the fraidy-cats, rejoice in all the oddities that freedom can produce. And when you get through kickin' ass and celebratin' the sheer joy of a good fight, be sure to tell those who come after how much fun it was.

Painters and Dockers

The mighty Painters and Dockers!!!!

These guys were the first live band I ever saw by myself (i.e. Without Mum and Dad or other elders) it was early 1989. I sang "Dirty Ol' Town" on stage with them three years running (Bendigo Uni 'O' week 91, 92, 93). The third time, after the song finished, I got thrown head first off the stage by a bouncer...... Ouch.

The More Things Change........

You may leave here for 4(0 years) days in space,

But when you return, it’s the same old place

I was just listening to this old lefty classic and realized that the only thing that has truly improved since 1965 is technology.

Does this make us more civilized?