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Got oil? Arkansas homeowners do!

They're sitting on  it--and, they don't like it!

Exxon Oil running down the streets of a

suburban neighborhood!

Thanks, Koch Brothers!
Thank you ever so much! 
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Bernie! Bernie Sanders! They're doing exactly what you said they'd do. Rip off Social Security!

Senator Sanders! H E L P! 

They are attempting to steal from the last treasure trove.

Social Security has nothing to do with the looming deficit. They don't care! They think we Americans are stupid...but, we're not!

From the Archive: Sylvia Plath

Dark, tormented "love" poems; Plath's last works in Poetry magazine

"Darling, all night
I have been flickering, off, on, off, on.
The sheets grow heavy as a lecher's kiss"

—"Fever 103°," Sylvia Plath, Poetry,

August 1963

Sylvia Plath probably isn't the first poet who comes to mind when young lovers are trying to find a poem to impress their sweethearts. In all of her tightly-tuned, startling verses, one is hard-pressed to find even a single sentimental nugget, let alone the type of love-talk that induces swoons. However, when it comes to plumbing the depth of one's own desires, there are few who have gone so deep, or have contained their discoveries so expertly, in poetry.

Many of Plath's poems are about love. As has been popularized in recent biographies and the film Sylvia, Plath was a smiling, attractive young woman who outwardly presented herself as a model of feminine charm. Yet this polished facade belied Plath's torment. She inwardly doubted that she could be satisfied with the conventional happiness promised by marriage, children, and a set of brand-new appliances, and in her poems these doubts accelerate into full-fledged terror. Nevertheless, she never outwardly revealed the extent of her suffering. One is fascinated to think about how she imagined herself when she wrote her first Poetrybio sheet:

"Have spent vacations from Cambridge Fulbright living in Paris, Rome, Madrid, seeing Riviera via motor scooter; spent summer writing and sketching, time divided between fishing village on Spanish southern seacoast and Bronte moors in Yorkshire; plan to return to America after final exams in June, write on Cape all summer and combine teaching college English with writing."

Plath appeared several times in Poetry, the last time in August 1963 with "Fever 103°," "Purdah," and "Eavesdropper." The first of these, especially, shows her at the height of her powers, using a feverish delirium as a metaphor for love gone awry:

Darling, all night
I have been flickering, off, on, off, on.
The sheets grow heavy as a lecher's kiss.

Yet all three of these poems are fascinating—and often disturbing—in their rapidly-shifting depictions of a female speaker as, at turns, a "lantern," a "pure acetylene/ Virgin," a "mirror," a "peacock," a "lioness," and, in "Eavesdropper," a shockingly bitter housewife. The bio sheet she completed for these poems (included here) is dated January 29, 1963, less than two weeks before her death.

Did y'all hear about this? Our X-rated Congressman! Somebody needs his mouth washed out with soap!

Boehner hurls F-bombs at Reid during tense fiscal cliff debate

Politico

Wednesday, Jan. 2, 2013 | 4:19 p.m.

Washington— 

J. Scott Applewhite / AP

In this July 24, 2012, photo, House Speaker John Boehner, R-Ohio, talks to reporters following a closed-door political strategy session at the Capitol in Washington.

J. Scott Applewhite / AP

Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid, D-Nev., speaks with reporters following a Democratic strategy session at the Capitol in Washington, Tuesday, Dec. 11, 2012.

House Speaker John Boehner couldn’t hold back when he spotted Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid in the White House lobby last Friday.

It was only a few days before the nation would go over the fiscal cliff, no bipartisan agreement was in sight, and Reid had just publicly accused Boehner of running a “dictatorship” in the House and caring more about holding onto his gavel than striking a deal.

“Go f— yourself,” Boehner sniped as he pointed his finger at Reid, according to multiple sources present.
Reid, a bit startled, replied: “What are you talking about?”

Boehner repeated: “Go f— yourself.”

The harsh exchange just a few steps from the Oval Office—which Boehner later bragged about to fellow Republicans—was only one episode in nearly two months of high-stakes negotiations laced with distrust, miscommunication, false starts and yelling matches as Washington struggled to ward off $500 billion in tax hikes and spending cuts.

The White House and Congress knew of the self-imposed deadline for more than 17 months and they still blew past it, as a president fresh off a strong reelection victory tested—and ultimately broke—the Republican Party’s fidelity to its tax-cuts-only governing philosophy.

It took a late intervention of two Senate veterans—Senate Minority Leader Mitch McConnell (R-Ky.) and Vice President Joe Biden—to rescue the negotiations.

Their relationship, forged over two decades on Capitol Hill, helped move Congress to a resolution because it wasn’t burdened by the raw political conflicts of the past and the legislative fights still to come.

But even those longtime Washington hands couldn’t prevent a New Year’s Day drama in the House. Boehner weathered a revolt against the bill, which played out during two meetings in the Capitol basement in which his fellow GOP lawmakers lashed out at having to accept the measure without spending cuts.

After hours of uncertainty—even insults against “sleep-deprived octogenarians” from the Senate who passed the bill in the dead of night—the House gave final approval to the deal, 257-167.

It was carried by 172 Democrats and 85 Republicans.

And it exposed another split: Boehner voted yes, but his top deputies, Majority Leader Eric Cantor of Virginia and Majority Whip Kevin McCarthy of California, voted no.

My stars! (as Rummy would say.)

What a bunch of freaken hypocrites! 

I finally understand why I am this way. Trust me, I’ve never done drugs...I really didn’t know how to inhale...so, I totally got Clinton., who, by the way, remains one of my idols ‘til today whereas Senator Mitch McChinless does not.

I’ve always been attracted to Sylvia Plath (Daddy) whose quote appears in today’s post. I’ve always loved Janice Joplin, Jimi Hendrix, John Lennon, Ann Sexton (poet) who idolized Sylvia Plath and, like Plath, took her own life.

I plan to introduce you to some of Plath’s and Sexton’s writings, if I remember, in future posts.

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And by the way, everything in life is writable about

if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the

imagination to improvise.The worst enemy to
creativity is self-doubt.

--Sylvia Plath

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ARE WE ABOUT TO BE "FRACKED"?
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