Thursday, September 13, 2018

A Tweet from Trump -- His great economic policy



The problem with banker Jamie Dimon running for President is that he doesn’t have the aptitude or “smarts” & is a poor public speaker & nervous mess - otherwise he is wonderful. I’ve made a lot of bankers, and others, look much smarter than they are with my great economic policy! @realDonaldTrump


My financial plans are so sound
that happiness soon will abound.
The poor will delight
when they see the sight
of rich folk majestically gowned.





discarded apples




discarded apples
on a pile of green pine boughs --
not yet mushy brown




Wednesday, September 12, 2018

Insignificance, or Confessions of a Crumb




Why should I feel convivial
that I am deeply trivial?
The only largeness to me traced
is likely my expanding waist.
Otherwise, my life is shrinking;
consequence is wishful thinking.
My days are marked by details small;
I'm in a microscopic thrall.
Should ramen noodles be my lunch?
(God doesn't care, I have a hunch.)
Small things may lead to great in some;
but me, I guess I'll stay a crumb. 




the weary darkness




the weary darkness
fights the street light a bit more
before giving up


failing summer



becoming undressed
in the blue morning breezes
of failing summer



Utah governor and Utah, schools superintendent issue plea to former teachers: Come back




According to Dickson, there are about 30,000 Utahns who have teaching credentials who are currently not in the classroom.  Deseret News.


You want me back to teach those kids?
You must have really flipped your lids!
I will not teach again, no way.
It isn't just about the pay,
but rather that the kids are glued
to their text-ridden cyber mood.
Plus why should I patrol the school
to keep those brats from vaping Juul?
Working in the private sector
compared to yours is truly nectar.


Trump administration to triple the size of Texas tent camp for migrant children



Come now, little kiddies; it is time for Uncle Trump
to serve you up some nice warm gruel here in your prison dump.
We're putting up more tents, you see, for all your little chums
who will soon be joining you to share your tasty crumbs.
Your mommy and your daddy have gone O so far away;
you will not be seeing them forever and a day.
But don't be sad, sweet children; for your prison guards are kind.
For they will give you crayons while you're thoughtfully confined.
And by the time you are released in far futurity
you can start receiving lots of Social Security.



Tuesday, September 11, 2018

Another Ghost Story I like to Tell My Grandkids



THE TWO FOOLHARDY EXPLORERS

There once were two very brave explorers, named Bob and Tom, who looked for dangerous places and things to investigate. They had gone to India to hunt down giant man-eating tigers. They went to Africa to look for a mountain of gold in the middle of an impenetrable jungle that was full of spiders as big as dinner tables. They sailed over dark and distant oceans fishing for singing sharks and radioactive squid. Nothing scared them -- nothing at all.

One day they decided to go explore the Witch's Cemetery in Salem, Massachusetts. This cemetery is where the old New England people buried all the witches they had tortured and then burned to death. It was very gloomy, and even after three hundred years it still smelled like charred bones. Some people said that devils and ghouls liked to creep around the tombstones at night, looking for anyone unwary enough to be out there in the dark -- and they would grab them and eat them up, skin, bones, and boogers! No one went there after sunset. Not ever.

But then Bob and Tom went into the cemetery one night, with a big flashlight and a two-way walkie talkie set. They looked at all the gravestones and funeral statues, until they came to a slab in the ground that said "DON'T COME AFTER ME, OR I'LL COME AFTER YOU!" 

Well, this made them very curious, so they took a crowbar and lifted up the slab -- and underneath the slab was a set of stone stairs that led down, down into the blackness. The air that rose up from the stairs was cold and made their skin crawl. Bob decided he would go down the stairs to see what was at the bottom, and Tom would stay at the top. So he took his walkie talkie and went down, down into the darkness with the big flashlight. He kept talking to Tom on it.

"So far there's nothing down here but cobwebs and tree roots" he said to Tom.

Then he said: "That's funny, seems like those tree roots are acting like worms -- wiggling around and trying to grab on to me."

And then Bob started to moan and cry, and finally he said over the walkie talkie: "Tom, I think you better come down and get me -- there's a set of big red glowing eyes up ahead, and they keep blinking at me and getting closer!" 

Tom quickly got out the gun from his holster and was getting ready to go down the steps when a terrible gurgling scream came from the walkie talkie, and then silence.

"Bob! Bob!" cried Tom into the walkie talkie. "Are you all right down there? Should I still come down to get you?"

Bob waited a long time before he heard a reply -- and it was not the voice of his fellow explorer Bob. No, it was a deep, husky, and hungry sounding voice that said to him: "You don't need to come down for Bob anymore. He's gone. But I'm coming up to get YOU!"


Birthday Greetings from my friend Gai in Thailand

Me, clowning at a Thai hospital c. 1974


My dear friend Tim,

Hello from me and Thailand. How are you Tim? I enjoy readimg your Squid hunting in the sea of Ban Pae. I am jealous of you, I never have a chance to go for Squid hunting like you.

I also had a good memory of Samed Island. This reminded me the time when I was working at the Panat Nikhom Refugee Camp in Chonburi. I was there for 9 years. And for most of us staffs who's working there. Koh Samed has always been our favorite place for us to go hang out and enjoy ourselves. My friends and me as a total of 16 people, we rented a Song Taew truck and head to Ban Pae on Friday evening. Some of my friend brought their guitar, banjo, and mouth organ along with them. These guys were our music entertainers. Our favorite beach were at Haad Tubtim. We have been there until we got to be closed friend with Naa Jaew who is the owner and her kids. Especially with me she tried to offer me a job as a cook for her customers. I told her if she's willing to pay me the same salary like I made from the camp then I'll accept her offer. But she can't because my pay was much more than she normally pay her local staff. The owner and the staffs always treat us like their family. So we spent our money to have good sea food for dinner by the beach. Then after dinner, we sit in a circle on the beach and then our entertainers begin singing their songs. We as audiences sing along with them. Several times they asked me to do a solo singing some love songs. Our singing and the sound of the instruments got the other tourists attention to jam with us. They use the spoon tio make little bang by hitting the beer bottles. We sure had a great time everytime we were there. Until now it has been almost 20 years I have not had a chance to visit my favorite island again. I really miss Kho Samed very much.

Tomorrow will be an important day for me. Because Nathan and his wife Annie will come along with the elders to visit me at home. I am really excited to meet with them. I just wish that my right hand would be alright coz I want to prepare something for them to eat. I will keep you inform about our meeting tomorrow okay. And the elders will bring me a Book of Mormon so this time I will start to keep tract of my scripture study. I am very happy to read the scripture again after so many years. 

Well Tim I'm sure everyone's do think of you. I hope that all is well with you. I m looking forward to hear from you. May God bless you always. Bue.

Your friend,

Gai

The Tweets of Trump -- Media Leak Strategy revealed on Fox News




New Strzok-Page texts reveal “Media Leak Strategy.” So terrible, and NOTHING is being done at DOJ or FBI - but the world is watching, and they get it completely. @realDonaldTrump


The media does leak so much it's like a flood in spring;
they'll blab whatever comes their way, just any old false thing.
The DOJ and FBI won't raise a hand to stop
this outrage on our freedoms -- guess it's ME that plays the cop!