A little good news is exactly what the
People of Florida got. In the new state budget
Damn little.
Bush defends himself by saying I’m pretty principled about this.”
Sorry, Governor, I don’t see a lot of principle
More bullshit but no principle
Health care for the poor is irrelevant, the elderly, the kids were deliberately cut out of the budget
Jeb Bush calls them turkeys, the bills that in his estimation are unpopular,
It’s called a turkey, Governor you are a turkey.
Umm Hello Mr. Governor
People matter… Do ya think?
People like those advocating The Manatee County Citizens Review program that esteemed Jeb Bush rejected again
Way to go Jeb
You obviously have no care for the people who were entrusted to you
Jeb: Hello,
Florida voters will happily pay money that will help train volunteers to ensure that abused, neglected or abandoned foster children don’t fall through the cracks. We happen to care about our kidsand
I know this is an eye opener!
We care about our parents.. Ya there?
It would perhaps have saved some kids. You know what a kid is right
Mr. Jeb Bush, Mr. Governor?
Umm remember Noelle, Jeb Junior, and George P. Bush,
But Jeb, I forget you pay verbal care because you are so good with words and have a heart made of stone. The saddest thing is that Martin Anderson’s parents believe you.
Jeb you are contemptible
Jeb, you stand personally accountable for the brutal Murder of Martin Anderson..
Do you have a clue?
Obviously not.

Ballad Of Yarmouth Castle
Written and sung by Gordon Lightfoot

Well, it’s four o’clock in the afternoonAnd the anchors
have been weighedFrom miami to nassau,She’s bound
across the wavesShe’ll be headin’ south through
biscayne bayInto the open seaYarmouth castle, she’s
a-dyin’ and don’t know itNow the many years she’s
been to seaShe’s seen the better timesShe gives a
groan of protestAs they cast away her linesAnd
the grumble of her enginesAnd the rust along her spineTells the castle she’s too old to be sailin’But
the sands run out within her heartA tiny spark glows
redIt smoulders through the eveningThere’s laughter
overheadNow the men are served, and the cards are
dealtAnd the drinks are passed aroundDeep within the
fire starts a-burnin’Now it’s midnight on the open
seaAnd the moon is shining brightSome people join
the partyAnd others say good-nightThere’s many
who are sleeping nowIt’s been a busy dayAnd a tiny
wisp of smoke is a-risin’Oh lord, she groans, I’m
burning!Let someone understand!But her silent plea
is wastedIn the playin’ of the bandEverybody’s
dancin’ on her deckAnd they’re havin’ such a timeThen a voice saysShut up and deal, I’m losin’Deep within the yarmouth castleThe fire begins to
glowIt leaps into the hallwaysAnd climbs and twists
and growsAnd the paint she wore to keep her youngOh lord, how well it burnsAnd soon that old fire is
a-ragin’Up beneath the bridge it’s climbin’ fastThe captain stands aloftHe calls up to the boatswain,
’n’ saysBoatswain, we are lostFor the ragged
hoses in the racksNo pressure do they holdAnd the
people down belowWill soon be dyin’All
amidships, oh she’s blazin’ nowIt’s spreadin’ fore and
aftThe people are a-scramblin’As the fire blocks
their pathThe evil smoke surrounds them,And
they’re fallin’ in their tracksAnd the captain in his
lifeboat is a-leavin’Oh then the ship, bahama
starComes steamin’ through the nightShe sees the
castle blazin’And ’tis a terrible sightJump
down, jump down! the captain criesWe’ll save you if we
can!Then the paint on his funnels is a-fryin’God help the ones who sleep belowAnd cannot find the
way!Thank God for those we’ve rescuedUpon this awful
day.Now the heroes, they are many,But the
times are growin’ slimAnd now from stern to bowShe’s
a-blazin’Oh the yarmouth castle’s moanin’She’s
cryin’ like a child.You can hear her if you listenAbove the roar so wildIs she cryin’ for the ones
who lieWithin her molten sides? Or cryin’ for
herself, I’m a-wonderin’But the livin’ soon were
rescuedThe ones who lived to tellFrom the star they
watched herAs she died there in the swellsLike
a toy ship on a mill pondShe burned all through the
nightThen slipped ’neath the wavesIn the mornin’

My hairy friend, the Random Yak inspires me.
Usually by the time I have had 2 cups of coffee, I have wandered through
The blogospheres offerings. Well partially
I have had time to be serious, laugh, sigh at utter stupidity and
Find things to think about while I pretend to work.

The cordless jump rope was hilarious, right up there with The Yaks offering of
A stoned owl.
Don’t ask just go look. Then come back.

I admire the Random Yak for a number of reasons, mostly cause Yaks haven’t in my
Experience too much to say, I do admit the closest I have been to a Yak was a
ScottishLonghorn.

The Yaks depending on the day of the week have little or much to say always worth reading. And in particular the Sunday offering on The Psalms of David are a must!

Joining The Random Yak, Maniyak, YakTheYounger, IT Yak, is The Random Sibling.
I can hardly wait!

I do wonder why the Random Yak in describing the Blog entry that wouldn’t die,
Didn’t mention cat puke.