1905
Geronimo went to Washington
to meet the Great White Father
(where he hoped to bury the hatchet)
and save his Indian Nation...
checking into his hotel, the desk clerk asked,
"Do you have a reservation?"
The perfect poker face when playing cards
(his guards were nearly always broke)
said to be blood-thirsty, his winnings used he
to pay for educating children of the Apache.
He later rode with Pawnee Bill
in what was known as the 'Wild West',
(and what a circus)
a chief he never was,
1909
died of pneumonia all too soon,
'Geronimo Now a Good Indian,'
read the headline of The Chicago Daily Tribune.
I leave today’s blessing in George Washington Carver’s hands
After all he said it best…
so in Mr. Carver’s words:
May we all blessed to understand
“How far we go in life depends on your being tender with the young, compassionate with the aged, sympathetic with the striving, and tolerant of the weak and the strong. Because someday in life you will have been all of these.”
Politicians and diapers must be changed often, and for the same reason.
Mark Twain
no wonder Washington is a stinking cesspool!
politicians make many promises
to their constituents
then they go back to Washington
I know I’ve used this George Washington Carver quote before…
but I believe we can’t hear these words enough…
especially when we look our on a world
where, for so many, times are tough…
Eventually when these words might find their way into our hearts
we’ll see everyone as our sister and our brother
and we’ll look out on a world
where we all take care of one another
How far you go in life depends on being tender with the young
Compassionate with the aged
Sympathetic with the striving
And tolerant with the weak
because someday in your life you will have been all of these
peanut
tasty times
in breads, coffee and cakes
hundreds of uses for this crop
I thank God for George Washington Carver
he invented peanut butter
a peanut connoisseur
Georgia farmer
peanut
No air on the bus
55 sweaty humans
to home from DC
I love life in Washington state
With a Democrat governor to keep it all straight.
Tear down the dams put windmills in place,
The cold in midwinter we'll surely embrace.
Next we must ban all gas-powered leaf blowers,
And then do the same with all the lawn mowers.
Ban every tire with too much friction,
This climate change is such an addiction!
I love life in Washington state,
But it's natural beauty just can't compensate.
We are outnumbered by Liberals way up north,
Their insane edicts will surely go forth!
Greedy dirty pigs
taking more than you deserve
I now live on scraps
George Washington Duck got his name from his patriotic mother.
She dressed him in red, white, and blue, just like his brother.
He was given a cherry tree and a hatchet when he turned ten.
“Look at me Mama!” He yelled with a happy grin.
Chopping down a cherry tree is more work than he thought.
Because this was a young healthy sapling, not a bit of rot.
His mama gave him a chain saw, and he was in his glory.
Of course, it completely changed the age-old story.
Powdered wig was musty
Curls petrified and crusty
Mothballs smell much better
Especially in August weather.
George put it on his head anyway
Not wanting to disappoint his mother today
Rode on the float and waved to the crowd
Showing out with a hoppy dance, proudly and loud
That’s George Washington! His parents yelled.
Knowing full well that he always excelled.
Helicopter Mom and Motorcycle dad.
Still they raised a truly wonderful lad.
The New Washington
By Franklin Price
04/01/2023
Have you heard that Biden's changing
He's now putting up the wall
Will have the pipelines flowing
Before time changes in the fall
The House and Senate members
Reaching out across the aisle
Making laws for we the people
Which hasn't happened in awhile
Both parties are agreeing
Do you think that's pretty cool?
I do too, but I believe
It's just another April Fool
God or Science, the skeptics say,
Science is God, no need to pray.
Through it, we can all knowledge gain,
No need for God’s help to explain.
This fallacy of idle minds
creates a false dichotomy.
Without God’s ken science is blind,
yields speculations of all kinds.
A humble man, with brilliant mind
A scientist and world-renowned.
Yet every day he knelt and prayed,
God, “please reveal secrets to me.”
His lab he nicknamed God’s workshop
For this was where he felt Him near.
Revealing uses hundreds fold,
Of nuts that served as food for pigs.
He had a chance to become rich
By patenting his inventions.
He chose instead to open source
That all who wish could benefit.
Yet not alone among his peers
Of scientists, who took believed,
In God the divine creator,
Of Nature, their laboratory.
Santos fooled the folks as he spoke
George thinks mashing facts is a joke
This N.Y. House dope
Needs his mouth rinsed with soap
His diaper-rash words make me choke
Author's note: Why did voters in NY district #3 elect a bold-faced liar to Congress? Mr. Santos may have some kind of illness. Be that as it may, if a candidate freely lies, fools the voters, and receives no condemnation from his party's cohorts, it suggests the following:
It's not about where the ship of state sails, but rather who resides on the top deck. If the hull leaks, we can all go down, so even top-deck denizens ought to be careful about who does what.
Millions of Ukrainians without water, power or heat
But his pronouns he didn't know
Volodymyr beat a hasty retreat
Hopeful he came; incredulous he would go
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