Sunday, March 06, 2011
Thursday, March 03, 2011
Protect Our Nation: Say No To The New McCarthyism
Protect Our Nation: Say No To The New McCarthyism
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Rep. Peter King is holding misguided hearings that scapegoat American Muslims in the name of national security.
What Rep. King is doing will make us less safe, by focusing on people, not threats; by alienating communities that the FBI and local police say are one part of any smart counter terrorism strategy; and by playing into the propaganda of Al Qaeda that America is indeed at war with Islam.
This needs to stop. Fight fear. Stand united.
Ask our Members of Congress to ensure that our national security experts are heard, and that we uphold American values.
[LINK: Ask our Members of Congress to ensure... ]
[LINK: In depth article Representative King’s hearing on “Muslim Radicalization” misguided and counterproductive
Wednesday, March 02, 2011
It is easier...
It is easier to mislead a person away from what is right
than it is to convince them of what is right.
Some how we have become gullible puppets in
the theater of life.
Tuesday, March 01, 2011
The House - Richard Wilbur
The House
by Richard Wilbur Sometimes, on waking, she would close her eyes
For a last look at that white house she knew
In sleep alone, and held no title to,
And had not entered yet, for all her sighs.What did she tell me of that house of hers?
White gatepost; terrace; fanlight of the door;
A widow's walk above the bouldered shore;
Salt winds that ruffle the surrounding firs.Is she now there, wherever there may be?
Only a foolish man would hope to find
That haven fashioned by her dreaming mind.
Night after night, my love, I put to sea.
by Richard Wilbur Sometimes, on waking, she would close her eyes
For a last look at that white house she knew
In sleep alone, and held no title to,
And had not entered yet, for all her sighs.What did she tell me of that house of hers?
White gatepost; terrace; fanlight of the door;
A widow's walk above the bouldered shore;
Salt winds that ruffle the surrounding firs.Is she now there, wherever there may be?
Only a foolish man would hope to find
That haven fashioned by her dreaming mind.
Night after night, my love, I put to sea.
[LINK: Poets.org Richard Wilbur ]
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