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I sense the nation/ Is tired of contention

I sense the nation
Is tired of contention
A period of calm waits in the wings
Perhaps a Christmas carol
Will break through all the chatter
And homicidal notions
Will give way to better things
There comes a time when breath is short
Attention splays and when
Sheer inabilaty envelops us
We see the end we share
It stops our mouths refocuses our hearts
Until another blast of fatuous commitment
Claims the stage
And we resume the fighting yet again
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Comment On: How Reid Found His Silver Bullet: Opt-Out Pitched Just Three Weeks Ago

The Public Option of Harry Reid Is Highly Suspect. I watched the celebration yesterday and it looked pretty triumphant. But now I am seeing the narrative here and elsewhere and my suspicion alerts are off the board.

Read the Article at HuffingtonPost

The problem is that the nice little trick that folk like Ed and others perceive as a way to euchre the Republicans opens the door to chicanery, resentment, gaming, confusion and demagoguery, not to mention cries of betrayal from voters who believe that a federal plan should be, er, federal. A risky gamble, eh?

Maybe this is a nice ploy to move to the robust option. If it isn’t, I think all the celebrating is either premature or the sort of charade one enters when trying to make the best of a very shaky bargain.

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Today’s Tweets — Monday, October 26, 2009

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http://bit.ly/VgzEF IMO Obama will propose international deflating of terror ideology, continue focused drones, help defend — no surge.

Bobby Fischer: Genius and Idiot http://bit.ly/GU4aJ //what do you think?

3 Quarks Iran Isn’t The Problem, Stupid http://bit.ly/dn5Ru

http://bit.ly/3UvWgA Club 4 Growth NY State Poll Laughable

4 Prisoners Facing Executions or Serving Extreme Jail Sentences Who Very Well May Be Innocent http://bit.ly/2ln3AT

Marianne Faithfull – The Ballad of Lucy Jordan 1980 ♫http://blip.fm/~fg66q

If The Option Is Not Robust It Is Not An Option (forget triggers and opt- anythings) And tell Congress.http://bit.ly/1AKc9h

http://bit.ly/sLpp4 Interdisciplinary Cooperation (exploring boundaries of disciplines)

http://bit.ly/AzHCM Civil Rights Movement Veterans

http://bit.ly/zIAMu Beyond Creed //yep it’s an ad for a book I wrote

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Today’s Tweets — Sunday, October 25, 2009

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My USA 2010 Campaign Slogan: Vote No You Go

Dems Sunday — Cheney Masterminded Failure and Is Irrelevant // IMO every time he speaks his legacy plummets

http://bit.ly/3jOSDz Sunday Vanishes

Finally someone besides the President Likes Geithner http://bit.ly/2Y23ST

Looks like an intelligent take on the trigger option. http://bit.ly/ibFqb

Tom Petty – You Don’t Know How It Feels ♫ http://blip.fm/~fdsgg

Is The Senate Now Prepping To Mess Up Obama’s Nobel Creds?http://bit.ly/8fjVL

Rahm Vs. Karzai? Guess Who Blinked? http://bit.ly/3e8WvT

FOX announcer dissing Swisher. I hope he bangs one to shut them up.#yankees (he did :))

The Beatles Hey Jude ♫ http://blip.fm/~fdyqe

NYT Insurers Are Victimizing Small Business http://bit.ly/33epiE

You said surge? Baghdad rocked by new bombing http://bit.ly/2h28R3

Gram Parsons – Return Of The Grievous Angel ♫http://blip.fm/~fdkfl

http://bit.ly/4qIJXF Comment On “Leaderless: Senate Pushes For Public Option Without Obama’s Support”

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Sunday Vanishes

There are still traces of Sunday
And some still trek to wherever they trek to
And some still say words like we humbly confess
And the rest of us no longer go
No we have not said no to culpability
But in general have made our own program
Satisfied that betwixt our way and that old way
There is nothing to choose
We listen to the music we select or otherwise
Proceed whether depressed or merely keeping on or
Providentially given some memory or prevision that speaks
Maybe someone’s sentence on TV
Or some love spoken at home
And by the end of it all Sunday is no more
All days blend into one
A roadside bombing somewhere else
And we secure depressed drugged up whatever
Thinking thoughts that resonate
Between us ans a screen of silence
This is the age we live in
Sunday vanishes
But superstitions persist
Sunday vanishes
But religion screams the louder
Sunday vanishes
And in its place a little child

There are still traces of Sunday

And some still trek to wherever they trek to

And some still say words like we humbly confess

And the rest of us no longer go

No we have not said no to culpability

But in general have made our own program

Satisfied that betwixt our way and that old way

There is nothing to choose

We listen to the music we select or otherwise

Proceed whether depressed or merely keeping on or

Providentially given some memory or prevision that speaks

Maybe someone’s sentence on TV

Or some love spoken at home

And by the end of it all Sunday is no more

All days blend into one

A roadside bombing somewhere else

And we secure depressed drugged up whatever

Thinking thoughts that resonate

Between us and a screen of silence

This is the age we live in

Sunday vanishes

But superstitions persist

Sunday vanishes

But religion screams the louder

Sunday vanishes

And in its place a little child

Reminds us that it does not finally matter

And about what does

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