Tuesday, February 11, 2020

The National Debt is now One Trillion Dollars.




Federal Reserve Chair Jerome H. Powell is telling Congress Tuesday that now would be a good time to reduce the federal budget deficit, which is expected to top $1 trillion this year.  In past recessions, the Fed has played a large role in reviving the economy by sharply cutting interest rates. But Powell has been warning lawmakers that the central bank won’t have much ammunition left to fight the next downturn since interest rates are currently so low . . . More government spending is likely to be needed to aid the economy in the next recession.
Heather Long. @byHeatherLong  Washington Post.

A trillion dollars ain't so vast;
I bet it can be paid off fast.
Just shut down Congress and evict
clerks who like to contradict.
Then raise taxes to the hilt
on gas and food and grandma's quilt.
Shake down banks until they scream,
from Silicon Valley skim the cream.
There's wealth enough in this great land;
just squeeze it out of pine and sand.
That Border Wall, we'd better settle,
is quickly sold for old scrap metal.
Once the debt is good and gone,
we send the Fed off to Oman . . . 
and live as Jefferson conceived --
as farmers in denim shirts short sleeved.





In our bodies we shall see God

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. . .  wherefore I know that ye know that our flesh must waste away and die; nevertheless, in our bodies we shall see God.
2 Nephi 9:4.

The time will come
when wasted flesh,
the dead cells now revived,
will of the Spirit
of our Lord
no longer be deprived.
And in our bodies
we shall see
the God of Israel --
and know at last,
as at the first,
that with us all is well.
Of life and death
 the master,
He alone will resurrect
our spirit
and our body so we
then will be perfect.


Monday, February 10, 2020

When all the world was styrofoam



Cities and states are increasingly banning . . . foam food and beverage containers, which can harm fish and other marine life. In December, Gov. Andrew M. Cuomo of New York proposed a statewide ban on single-use food containers made of “expanded polystyrene” foam, more commonly . . . known as Styrofoam.  Maine and Maryland banned polystyrene foam containers last year, and nearly 60 nations have enacted or are in the process of passing similar prohibitions. Some elected officials and environmental groups say polystyrene containers are difficult to recycle in any meaningful way.
Michael Corkery. NYT.



When all the world was styrofoam
and you were sweet sixteen;
we tossed our cups with carefree joy,
and sparkled like caffeine.

Those happy days saw plastics rain
upon our giddy heads;
'disposal' was our watchword,
from beer bottles to torn Keds.

Ah me, how oft we cast away
a light bulb or a can.
And ate but pure white flour,
casting off the nasty bran.

Hand in hand, with plastic bags
that stuck right by our side,
we raced the fleecy cloud banks
and then watched the oil slicks glide.

But now, my love, the world grows old
and crowded with much rubbish;
it hardly seems the place that we
enjoyed as so golf clubbish.

Perhaps the two of us can fly
away up to the Moon,
to watch the litter falling soft
until it forms a dune . . . 





But they mocked the messengers of God

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But they mocked the messengers of God, and despised his words, and misused his prophets, until the wrath of the Lord arose against his people, till there was no remedy.
2 Chronicles 36:16

Some people make good livings
off contempt and ridicule.
They find it pays to sabotage
the crucial Golden Rule.
There is no remedy for their
impossible conceit.
They live and die by hectoring
through word and act and tweet.
Leave them to God, and stay thyself
on Christ the living Rock.
His judgement and his mercy
overcome all those who mock.


Sunday, February 9, 2020

The True Gift of Prayer


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“The true gift of prayer is knowing we are not alone when the world literally brings us to our knees."
Bonnie H. Cordon

No prayer stops short of heaven,
not from sinner, saint, or child.
They all come to the Father,
who is powerful, and mild.
A few words prayed in sorrow,
or a symphony of praise --
He has regard for all of us,
no matter how we phrase.
Remember, in your darkest days,
you never kneel apart;
The Lord God always hears you
and will take your words to heart.


Photo Essay: The Forecast -- Blank, with a chance of nullity.

02/09/2020

The forecast:
Blank,
with a chance of nullity.



02/08/2020

Clouds
on their way
to the gym.




02/07/2020

Despair
never looked so
noble.


02/05/2020

The mountain brings
iron resolve
or rust.




02/04/2020

The light
descends upon
my mountain.




02/03/2020

Today you
draw the
blinds.

Saturday, February 8, 2020

The Ballad of Ed McGinty.

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There was a man, a single man,
who couldn't stands no more.
And so he marched around the town
with signs that said he's sore.

It was a peaceful kind of burg,
where nothing much occurred,
until old Ed McGinty got things
muddled up and stirred.

His signs proclaimed that Trump was nuts,
or that he was a liar;
and you can't do that anymore,
without you start a fire.

His neighbors turned their backs on him;
his children even wept.
But brave McGinty kept it up;
no guff did he accept.

The cops came knocking on his door,
and asked him please to cease.
He told them earthy things you don't
too often tell police.

The mayor of the village called 
a session to decide
how to shut McGinty up,
and all his signs to hide.

The counsel had the zoning board
find something petty, which
they used to bulldoze his poor shack
into a nearby ditch.

But still McGinty carried on;
you couldn't stop this man.
Possessions in a shopping cart,
around the town he ran.

"Impeach Again!" his sign now read;
he held it high and proud.
And that is why he was strung up
at last by some mad crowd.

McGinty's neck was very stiff;
it wouldn't snap at all.
And so the insane mob did try
to nail him to a wall.

The wall collapsed; McGinty lived.
You cannot stop a guy
when he gets old and adamant,
no matter how you try.

At last the town gave up on him
and washed their hands in wrath.
They let the great McGinty strut
around on his warpath.

I wish that I could say that he
continued to protest --
but when the spotlight disappeared,
he gave the thing a rest.

He took up golf and scrabble
and he bought a small RV.
He visits many grand kids
all around this big country.

When Ed McGinty passed away,
they called him a 'nice guy.'
And only Trump, in exile,
still was hoping he would fry . . .