Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Fox New's John Gibson the "Uglyist Man In America"?

The environmentalists are at it again in Alaska. You all know about how we can't get a gazillion barrels of oil out of the Alaska National Wildlife Refuge — ANWR — and now the anti-oil crowd is demanding the rest of Alaska be off limits to oil exploration, too.

This is a line from an AP story today about western Alaska, one of the few places in the world we don't have to send troops to protect an oil supply. The AP story says: "Conservationists hope an eventual listing of the yellow-billed loon will curb petroleum development in the 23-million acre reserve that covers much of Alaska's western North Slope."

That's 400,000-square-miles of Alaska they want off limits to oil over the yellow-billed loon.

Let me introduce you to the yellow-billed loon. There are 16,000 of them in the world, and about 5,000 nest in the area where oil exploration would be allowed. Let's remember the enviros and their liberal enablers are always saying we're fighting for oil in Iraq. Now let's just say they're right for a moment. That means the enviros value 5,000 yellow-billed loons more than a like number of American soldiers.

Wednesday, May 23, 2007


Television Evangelist Falwell Dies at 73

Founder of the Moral Majority Rev. Jerry Falwell Dies at 73, Liberty University Executive Says



There is a voice out there
a pixalized fiasco
a wave of beauty the lord
can not define. Mr. Falwell
what side of hell did you land
in? Are the soldiers happy
you are there with them now?
Sure,
this body is a dark art.
Sure,
this sentiment can contain
the heartbeatten rhyme. Why
must you haunt us and why must
these children appear as pilgrims
with your name upon
their lips. It's discraceful
they will never kiss the
the quivering loins of a lover.
She too is our savior. I miss her
and they miss her
like heaven they miss her
the way we miss unkown beauty,
unknown justice.

Thursday, May 03, 2007



New Iraqi school had bombs built in

Do you remember when we were
under the bamboo
and you kept saying,
everywhere everywhere
as though you were the noise
of the stalks and their whatever?
I never thought
words could become like that to us.
What was it
was it anything?