- The server down - it go BOOM,
They must have run out of disk room,
my backup ISP a tomb,
now my life encased in gloom.
They're ready now, so I can send,
this *action* email to my friend,
I hope an eye to me you'll lend,
and read this short note that I've penned.
-sorry, no rhyme or rhythm below :)
Quatrain in Q
A quadrennial quaestor is quarrying for our quid,
The querulous and quiescent just quaff in quietude,
This quod, a quarter section quagmire of quibblers with quirts,
Is a quintessential quid pro quo for our quick-quashed qualms.
Question the quills!
The quills of the lawmakers that is, certainly not the defensive quills of
the porcupine. Many of the laws in force today seem extra-constitutional.
They have been passed by the legislatures because we have taken a pass on
our responsibilities to hold responsible our legislators. It is a difficult
task, to watch our government employees and govern them accordingly, but a
necessary one, nonetheless. In our future Free State we'll need to be on the
'qui vive' and quick with a 'quo warranto' against those who would seek to
enslave us or enslave the product of our labor. So read up on the
constitutions and laws of the proposed Free States and let's see which is
the most qualified.
Relevant Links (Hmmm, qualified queues):
- Don't Think About it
Go ahead, take another sip of eggnog, don't think about the millions around
the world forced to gulp down socialism as if it were some sort of magic
tonic. Please, tear into that wonderful turkey, don't think about the taxes
and fees ripped from the wallets of the regular, honest, decent folk. That's
right, the star goes a little to the left, don't think about those wandering
around with wool over their eyes, placed there by teachers and professors
with misplaced trust. Sure, that Santa tie looks real smart around your
neck, don't think about the multitudes strangled by onerous regulations.
Make sure you're not late for the party, don't think about the millions of
our dollars wasted by political party hacks and rent seeking rats. Gosh,
your front yard is wonderfully displayed with exterior illumination, don't
think about how 216 December 23rds have come and gone since the land for the
National Seat was ceded (and we all know another name for "seat" don't we).
For those so inclined, enjoy your martial platitudes (do rattling sabers
sound like silver bells?), don't think about the 60 December 23rds ago when
Private Slovik lost hope. Make very merry this season, reading "A Visit From
St. Nicholas" to your kids, don't think about all those politicians not
reading the Constitution at all. Keep all that joy and happiness in your
heart and in your life - certainly don't even *think* about letting a
foul-mooded, scribbler-wannabe, Grinchafied moron dampen your holiday
[Phil's ego, the eternal apologizer, says sorry for the "only-semi-serious,
partially depressing, hopefully secular holiday message. And like Tiny Tim
said, "God bless us, every effen one of us".]
Some Dickens info for you:
A sequence of unfavorable incidents:
The district, with a capital "strict":
Action? What, you need an action for the week? How about we all act like
we're civilized. Too much to ask, perhaps?
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