Sooner Blue

Suh-prize suh-prize .. Republicans reject Obama's jobs bill (except for the tax cuts of course). We should try them all in a Nuremberg style trial .. charge them with Crimes against the American People .. the jury should be full of homeless vets, single mothers and jobless fathers.

(CBS/AP) WASHINGTON — House Republican leaders say they are rejecting President Barack Obama's jobs proposals to rebuild schools and blighted neighborhoods, and help keep state and local employees on the job.[..]"

Republicans are really dancing on the edge .. on one hand, they want to cripple the President's jobs plan - which has popular public support, by the way - and hold the economy hostage until 2013 .. on the other hand, they don’t want to *look* like they’re doing it.

I'm waiting for the tide to turn .. the polls show that folks are beginning to recognize the difference between the guy trying to do something and the people making sure he can’t.

Since Republicans have declared war on the working class, hopefully the working class will return the favor in 2012.

At least Obama can campaign on the GOP being obstructionists .. Harry Truman against a do-nothing Congress all over again.

The question in 2012 will probably be who voters are disgusted with the most .. and which party is able to get its voters out .. right now it looks like Republicans will vote and some some Democrats might stay at home to punish their party.

I'm getting sick and damned tired of having to fight both political parties to keep the White House in Democratic hands.

I'll tell you a half-dozen things
that happened to me
in Indiana
when I went that far west to teach.
You tell me if it was worth it.

I lived in the country
with my dog—
part of the bargain of coming.
And there was a pond
with fish from, I think, China.
I felt them sometimes against my feet.
Also, they crept out of the pond, along its edges,
to eat the grass.
I'm not lying.
And I saw coyotes,
two of them, at dawn, running over the seemingly
unenclosed fields.
And once a deer, but a buck, thick-necked, leaped
into the road just-oh, I mean just, in front of my car—
and we both made it home safe.
And once the blacksmith came to care for the four horses,
or the three horses that belonged to the owner of the house,
and I bargained with him, if I could catch the fourth,
he, too, would have hooves trimmed
for the Indiana winter,
and apples did it,
and a rope over the neck did it,
so I won something wonderful;
and there was, one morning,
an owl
flying, oh pale angel, into
the hay loft of a barn,
I see it still;
and there was once, oh wonderful,
a new horse in the pasture,
a tall, slim being-a neighbor was keeping her there—
and she put her face against my face,
put her muzzle, her nostrils, soft as violets,
against my mouth and my nose, and breathed me,
to see who I was,
a long quiet minute-minutes—
then she stamped feet and whisked tail
and danced deliciously into the grass away, and came back.
She was saying, so plainly, that I was good, or good enough.
Such a fine time I had teaching in Indiana.

by Mary Oliver

"The Poet Goes to Indiana" from The Truro Bear and Other Adventures. © 2008
by Mary Oliver. Reprinted by permission of Beacon Press, Boston.