A horse is a horse, of course

Haay Ray

A talking horse? I knew I should have stayed away from that bottle of Boone’s Farm Snow Creek Berry. That cheap wine will make you see things ....Uh, hey there Mr. Ed? Why the long face?

I'm Okay Ray, I'm just enjoying a nice day pasturing.

I see ... So who's your buddy in the background there, looks like he's been horsing around in the paint shed ... How very patriotic of him.

That's Mr Slew, He once was a very spirited horse, but over the years, he lost quite a few races and now that he started to flag, we just leave him to pasture alone.

When did this start to happen?

you mean the flagging?

no silly, when did you start talking?

Since you finished that bottle of Snow Creek Berry, Ray.

oh, wise guy horse huh?

Ray, a guy of your stature shouldn't be drinking that cheap stuff. I would recommend Creek Berry only to people whose taste buds have been surgically removed ... Tastes like heavily sugared anti-freeze colored and flavored with raspberries.

Actually, Mr. Ed, I'll have you know that I'm a class act ... I prefer a cold beer to a cheap glass of wine, NL baseball to AL baseball and Janet Jackson to Britney Spears. And, even if I'm going to indulge on a $3.99 bottle of wine, I usually go for the more obscure grape varietals or anything where the nutrition label on the bottle indicates that I received 6 percent of the recommended daily calcium allowance.

You are hallucinating Ray, ... Any wine under five bucks surely tastes like grape drink fermented under a radiator. Furthermore, they're usually produced in a variety of unholy fruit flavor combinations that all manage to resemble pure rubbing alcohol. Look, I will chat with you again when you're a little less hammered, ta ta..

Mr Ed, *hiccup* thanks for dropping by ... Have a great day at pasture and give my best regards to your buddy old glory.

Greatest Moment

Former heavyweight boxing champions Muhammad Ali, left, and Larry Holmes get together at a New York restaurant, Friday Dec. 6, 2002, as Ali presents "Muhammad Ali - The Greatest,"

a magazine of his choices for the ten greatest heavyweight bouts.

(AP Photo/Radcliffe Roye)

Imagine

Imagine a world where dreams meet reality. Where the childlike hopes and wonders that dwell within each of us do not always fade into cynicism over time. Imagine a world where happiness is not an ambition hoped to be achieved sometime in the distant future, but rather a familiar constant that is experienced daily. Imagine a world where the frequency of finding and keeping true love is more often than not. Where smiles and joy far outnumber tears and heartache. Imagine a world where all this and much more is possible. A world where anything is possible. Just imagine...

... that you didn't have to imagine.

Because you don't.

In reality, anything is possible. And the only way that dreams cannot meet reality, the only way that the plethora of hopes and possibilities that lie within your grasp die...

... is if you let them.

If you're happy and you know it

Bomb Bomb Iraq: Sung to the tune of If You're Happy And You Know It Clap Your Hands:

If we cannot find Osama, bomb Iraq.
If the markets hurt your Mama, bomb Iraq.
If the terrorists are Saudi
And the bank takes back your Audi
And the TV shows are bawdy,
Bomb Iraq.

If the corporate scandals growin', bomb Iraq.
And your ties to them are showin', bomb Iraq.
If the smoking gun ain't smokin'
We don't care, and we're not jokin'
That Saddam will soon be croakin',
Bomb Iraq.

Even if we have no allies, bomb Iraq.
From the sand dunes to the valleys, bomb Iraq.
So to hell with the inspections
Let's look tough for the elections
Close your mind and take directions,
Bomb Iraq.

While the globe is slowly warming, bomb Iraq.
Yay! the clouds of war are storming, bomb Iraq.
If the ozone hole is growing
Some things we prefer not knowing
(Though our ignorance is showing),
Bomb Iraq.

So here's one for dear old daddy, bomb Iraq,
From his favorite little laddy, bomb Iraq.
Saying no would look like treason
It's the Hussein hunting season
Even if we have no reason,
Bomb Iraq.

(Via Karen DeCoster.com Weblog)

Kissinger Uncensored

The Photos Henry Kissinger Doesn't Want You to See

And,

If you think that was priceless, take a look at Mark Fiore's latest on the elder statesman.

But on a more serious note, David Corn takes a closer look at Kissinger's past and opines on the ability of some to overlook the importance of integrity in public office.

One for the road

The NY Daily News reports that the New York state legislature, in an effort to ease the state’s money woes, is seriously considering a repeal of the blue laws that have kept liquor stores closed on Sunday and prevented grocery stores from selling wine . The extra fees and taxes raised by an added day of liquor sales would, of course, certainly help things out.

This is very good news if you're a lush, wino, drunk (or my homie Joe from around the way) — no more being forced to wait before you can buy that much-needed bottle of Boone’s Farm Snow Creek Berry.

Hey You

Hey you, out there in the cold
Getting lonely, getting old
Can you feel me?
Hey you, standing in the aisles
With itchy feet and fading smiles
Can you feel me?
Hey you, dont help them to bury the light
Don't give in without a fight.


Hey you, out there on your own
Sitting naked by the phone
Would you touch me?
Hey you, with you ear against the wall
Waiting for someone to call out
Would you touch me?
Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone?
Open your heart, I'm coming home.


But it was only fantasy.
The wall was too high,
As you can see.
No matter how he tried,
He could not break free.
And the worms ate into his brain.

Hey you, standing in the road
always doing what you're told,
Can you help me?
Hey you, out there beyond the wall,
Breaking bottles in the hall,
Can you help me?
Hey you, don't tell me there's no hope at all
Together we stand, divided we fall.

Lyrics by Pink Floyd (The Wall album) -- Photo is Album cover to "Shine On" box set

Pink Floyd fan since 1986. The most significant part of the lyrics above, for me .... "Hey you, dont help them to bury the light, don't give in without a fight".

Central Park 5

As we've all heard, the matter is moving in the right direction. I will be saying more about this case in the near future. For now, I'm simply enjoying some good reads as others debate and comment on the various issues surrounding the case. Ronn has done a fine job keeping us updated during the past few months. Instapundit has an intelligent and fair discussion on the matter, and I also liked what Calpundit had to say:

DNA evidence backs up Matias Reyes' recent confession.

Further DNA evidence (from tests conducted last May) shows that hairs found on one of the suspects didn't come from the jogger.

The prosecutors themselves agree the case should be dismissed.

The original confessions were faulty in many details and were arrived at only after the police had taken the suspects to the scene of the crime.

The five teenagers who were convicted in this case have almost certainly committed other crimes. But they didn't commit this one and they deserve to be exonerated for it.

And Ann Coulter is an animal for suggesting otherwise.

Plans for African American Museum

Almost a century after an African-American memorial was first proposed for the U.S. capital, a grand vision for a museum encompassing black life in the United States is moving toward realization. Backed by $2 million in federal funds, a special commission appointed by Congress and President Bush started work this summer on a feasibility study for a national museum of African-American history and culture.

"I think it goes without saying that African-Americans have been the major backbone in building and developing America into the country that it is today," said Robert Wright, the chairman of the commission. "Unfortunately ... African-American history, like African-American life in America, was very suppressed. That needs to be told. I think that time has come."

He invoked religion for sexual acts

The Boston Globe has this story.

The documents are among the most remarkable in the 2,200 pages of once-secret church files released yesterday: allegations that a priest had initiated sexual acts with teenagers preparing to become nuns by encouraging them to believe they were making love to Jesus Christ himself.

the Rev. Robert V. Meffan [73] admitted it was true, and said he still believes his sexual relationships with teenage girls were ''beautiful, spiritual'' experiences intended to bring young people closer to God.

But Meffan said he put limits on the physical nature of the relationships. He touched the girls' breasts, for example, but stopped short of intercourse to protect his celibacy vow. ''I don't think that was destroyed,'' Meffan said, ''because I always felt that to destroy celibacy you really had to have intercourse.''

Reminds me of the Clinton defense .... "I did not have sexual relations with that woman"