Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Poetry For An Age 

I ran across this poem by Carl Sandburg, written about a century ago. Seems relevant to today--make of it what you will:


I AM the people--the mob--the crowd--the mass.
Do you know that all the great work of the world is
done through me?
I am the workingman, the inventor, the maker of the
world's food and clothes.
I am the audience that witnesses history. The Napoleons
come from me and the Lincolns. They die. And
then I send forth more Napoleons and Lincolns.
I am the seed ground. I am a prairie that will stand
for much plowing. Terrible storms pass over me.
I forget. The best of me is sucked out and wasted.
I forget. Everything but Death comes to me and
makes me work and give up what I have. And I
Sometimes I growl, shake myself and spatter a few red
drops for history to remember. Then--I forget.
When I, the People, learn to remember, when I, the
People, use the lessons of yesterday and no longer
forget who robbed me last year, who played me for
a fool--then there will be no speaker in all the world
say the name: "The People," with any fleck of a
sneer in his voice or any far-off smile of derision.
The mob--the crowd--the mass--will arrive then.

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Monday, February 08, 2010

John Murtha Dead 

The WaPo reports that Rep. John Murtha, D-PA has died.

I kinda wanted him out of Congress, but not this way.

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Friday, February 05, 2010

Fisking the Obama Budget Message 

Keith Hennessey dismantles President Obama's whiny budget message, and provides rational and well-reasoned talking points for anyone who has to argue with liberals on the subject. It's a must-read.

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