Comment posted by no2liberals
at 6/24/2007 7:51:01 PM

Henh, so will the Afghans now fight Greece and Turkey for Cyprus?
The Afghan Navy…what a concept!

Comment posted by Bonz
at 6/24/2007 7:35:34 PM

Look at the bright side. Afghanistan is no longer land-locked. The old Phoenician ports are theirs !

Comment posted by no2liberals
at 6/24/2007 7:24:03 PM

So…has anyone notified Baby Assad that his country has been conquered by Afghanistan?
/henh

Comment posted by Bonz
at 6/24/2007 6:57:01 PM

“Some assumed he was there as an emissary of the diabolical Joel Cheatwood, who recently signed on at Fox News Channel as vice president of development.”

Cheatwood was vice president of news at WMAQ in Chicago when the decision was made to give Jerry Springer a commentary slot on the 10pm broadcast. Both principal anchors resigned. Springer lasted two broadcasts and Cheatwood was fired. We were a Nielsen family during that period. I wrote in the comments in the Nielsen booklet “Get rid of Cheatwood” How he continues to be hired is beyond me.

Comment posted by SwampWoman
at 6/25/2007 12:27:56 AM

Elizabeth Edwards declares support for gay marriage.

Jane Edwards?

Comment posted by SwampWoman
at 6/25/2007 12:24:26 AM

Aaagh, I forgot about that! Goodnight, then, I need to go to sleep myself. I was avoiding it because I have to go to work Monday.

Comment posted by no2liberals
at 6/25/2007 12:08:43 AM

Was watching the Jihad show that was banned on pbs, it’s on FNC, but I can’t hang.
Night.

Comment posted by SwampWoman
at 6/25/2007 12:06:53 AM

I do like them fried taters, and chili on cornbread.

Comment posted by SwampWoman
at 6/25/2007 12:04:28 AM

VDH sees things clearly, as usual. People that want you dead are not going to be talked out of it.

Comment posted by SwampWoman
at 6/24/2007 11:58:54 PM

Yep on the hog killin’, but I was never there for that because I got all upset that they were killin’ my hawgs. The killin’ part was the man job for the chickens, too.

Comment posted by no2liberals
at 6/24/2007 11:33:12 PM

VDH.
/nuff said

Comment posted by no2liberals
at 6/24/2007 11:32:04 PM

I did all that stuff on my Mammaw’s farm, and then some. We always had a big Hog Killing Party on the first Saturday when the first cold front came in. Bacteria grows on hogs like wildfire, if the temp is above 40 degrees.
We did have two plow mules for the garden, though. We would go armadillo hunting at dusk in the pea patch, or else those armored critters would ruin most, and eat a bunch. Wrung many a chicken’s neck and plucked them for dinner, too.

Comment posted by no2liberals
at 6/24/2007 11:27:48 PM

Swampie…she likes them fried taters…and mustard on biscuits…unhmmph.

Comment posted by SwampWoman
at 6/24/2007 11:22:10 PM

I did something today that I haven’t done in years…I took an old sling blade out of storage and attacked the weeds along the fence line and ditches instead of using something that required gasoline and nylon string. It took a little while for my body to remember the rhythm in the swing, swing, swing of the blade. The blade itself was rusty from long storage/disuse and badly needed sharpening. It had a tendency to bounce off of the woodier-stemmed weeds instead of slicing cleanly through.

Bicyclists stopped and watched me momentarily as I cut the weeds from around the mailbox post up at the road, and one told me that she did not know that you could cut grass without a mower or a weedwhacker, and it was the first time she had ever seen it done.

As the bicyclists continued on, the hypnotic rhythm of the swing was broken, and I became aware of the ache in my back, blisters on my hands, and my clothes soaked through with sweat. I decided that a couple of hours of weed cutting for today was enough. As I walked back up the driveway, I thought about the people who did not know that grass could be cut without power equipment.

Childhood for poverty-stricken rural kids in my generation consisted of labor in the garden which was spaded and not plowed or roto-tillered, planting seeds, chopping weeds, and harvesting and then helping with the canning process, as well as taking care of the livestock, mowing the grass (without power mowers), milking, churning butter, painting fences, and doing whatever else there was that needed to be done. My mother had an old treadle sewing machine which is where clothes came from, and hair cuts were done outside with a pair of scissors.

I remember coming home from school, opening the refrigerator for a glass of Kool-Aid, and a decapitated hog head would be staring at me from the refrigerator shelf, waiting to be made into head cheese or scrapple. Wild greens, fish, squirrel, wild rabbit and poached deer kept us going when money was really tight (always) and the garden had failed.

How much life has changed since then. We truly are blessed to be living in a time of such abundance.