Don’t really have high hopes for Egypt because I believe it’s still in the Middle East.
Are people complaining about Obama in this? I like his “do nothing” strategy. I hope he applies it domestically.
Political movements are like the stair-car from Arrested Development: You’re going to get hop ons.
Dog bites man – not news. Man bites dog – news… unless you elected Ron Paul as dog catcher.
I hope that dog got his rabies vaccination.
This is the most sensibly simple thing I’ve read on the subject.
I once read a book about a Pennsylvania Railroad engineer. This gentleman normally let the hoboes ride his freight trains without bothering him until a fellow PRR worker taunted him about it. So, this engineer taught one hobo a lesson by opening the throttle just as the hobo started to make his move onto a car. The hobo made news among the railroad men when they heard of his broken bones and injured organs.
The PRR engineer felt guilty. To quote my friend Andy Rooney, I don’t understand that. I do not support free rides for hoboes – on trains or on political movements. Get the h-e-double-l off of my train, Romney, Huckabee, and all of you hoboes!
“Are people complaining about Obama in this? I like his “do nothing” strategy. I hope he applies it domestically.”
Not on CNN and MSNBC – they’re crediting him with political genius.
Inasmuch as I normally trust your analysis, Frank, I must yield to our intelligence services, which obviously have access to better information than we have.
Marko’s story reminds me of charity in a different era. My mum was a little girl during the depression in rural Virginia. She remembers hobos knocking humbly at the back door and asking for something to eat. My grandmother, a Christian of deep compassion, always fed them. They would eat quietly on the back stoop, and most would ask if there were some work they could do. My grandfather would find some work for them if for no other reason than he knew it was important for their self-esteem.
In that time, when people provided charity directly, it was requested humbly and given and received with respect. I’ve been told that the hobos had their own secret marking system. They would mark telephone poles, signs, trees, etc., in order to make paths for other hobos, leading them to homes that would provide food (or places to avoid). In my mum’s little town, they knew which house to go to. We’ve always joked that the hobos marked the path to my grandparents’ house with a mark for “the best biscuits, gravy and fried chicken.”
Did Steve Martin teach Serene Branson how to speak? “It was a very heavy bertation….more unintelligible jibberish”
Sort of a, ‘May I go mambo dogface in the bananpatch?’ Moment.’
Don’t really have high hopes for Egypt because Islam is still the majority religion there. Oh, and the Muslim Brotherhood isn’t a Benevolent Fraternal Order.
The best we can hope for is a Military Dictatorship.
I love the stair car!