I'm mowing the lawn and these words pop in my head

[spasmo55]

Under the shade of the old maple tree
Sits Noonereal and me
He reading Keats and sipping chardonnay
I pulling maintenance on an old 500A

Our discourse is civil, our voices near hushed
The points that we make will never be rushed
For they come from our hearts as well as our minds
With respect for each other we have a good time

I on the right and he on the left
Through this coversation
We may bridge this great cleft

Then along come some others they are of like mind
Some like with his, and some like with mine
The voices they rise, and now its a din
The crowd now determined that their side will win

There is nothing to win, there is no great prize
This is not competition, don't you realize
Don't take from your neighbor cause he'll likely give
In order that all of us may live and let live

We look at each other with a sad realization
That we might be seeing the death of a nation
Though we believe we are a superior species
We treat each other like some form of feces

So onward we go
Like some form of cattle
Preparing ourselves
For the next battle

So Sad

Such things scare the shit out of the left side of my brain

[noonereal]

:rolleyes: hire a landscaper

[merrylander]

Article in the Post this AM and your closing sentences made me think of it. One Congressman back from vacation said he was talking to the TV reporter at his Town Meeting on the healthcare topic. He was told that unless the meeting got rowdy it would NOT be televised. It seems that the majority of the meetings were quiet, but a lot of questions were asked. It seems we have the media playing us for fools yet again.

[merrylander]

BTW, I was mowing the lawn yesterday also, over 3-1/2 hours to think about anything and everything (with an all hydraulic tractor it takes very little concentration). All I could think about really was the cold Sam Adams at the end of the job.:D

[Sandy G]

Rob, you ol' Lush, you.....(grin)

[Charles]

Well, I was mowing the yard, and these words popped into my head.

F%@*in' weedpatch!
G*^%@%mn lawnmower!
S*@$in' cobwebs!
C*$#*&@%in' tree limbs!
Rotten B@%#&rd week whacker!
Start, you s#%&*@!#ch!

Mowin' yards ain't my bag.

Chas

[Sandy G]

These pop into mine...."YELLOW JACKETS !! YELLOW JACKETS !! YELLOW JACKETS !!"