Joan of Arc de Bush
While reading this Chronicle of our conversations and dinner tonight, absolutely no offense is meant, directly or indirectly, to any person who for whatever reason, has an innate desire or need to dress in the clothing of the opposite sex. Such people, if they moved in to any farm in our broad community, would be welcomed just as any other neighbor would. What we do find offensive, is the president of the United States constantly dressing up.
Big difference here. Joan of Arc was actually fighting for her country. She was even willing to die for her country, whereas our costumer-in-chief has been fighting against his country since he announced in 1999 that he was going to invade Iraq; since he decided to enrich the über-rich; since he decided to disenfranchise the middle and poorer classes by taking Social Security away from them, and since he spent like a drunken sailor (not like his daughters) and mortgaged most of the treasure of the United States to the Chinese. Also, I doubt the words he says he hears from God are the ones that tell him to condone, promote and encourage the use of torture. Jeez, if anybody in recent history deserves to be burned at the stake, it's old Saint Joan wannabe but YMCA look-alike little lord Fauntlerbush.
Kim and Barry wanted to prepare most of tonight's dinner, and from experience, we knew we'd be fed like royalty. Kim first served us an absolutely velvety Shrimp Bisque. She prepared it with brandy, and paired it with a Lustau Amontillado Los Arcos sherry. The sherry was deliciously dry. Barry thoroughly enjoys helping Kim cook, and his contribution was Coquilles St. Jacques with a Ginger Sauce, served very simply on a bed of exquisite white rice. He and Kim brought over a rich Rhône white Hermitage from their wine cellar to pair with the delicious sea scallops.
Today was a busy day. One of the horses didn't want to get in his trailer, and before long several of us were out on the road trying to catch him. Fortunately, a small patch of still-green grass caught his attention long enough for Barry to be able to catch him, and four of us struggled to get "old stubborn" in the trailer for a short trip to the vet. With the portable hot water "bathers" all the horses got perhaps their last bath of the season, so you can see why we were anxious to call it a day and sit down to dinner. I also know one thing, we're going to pray to St. Joan, the Patron Saint of soldiers; soldiers doomed to suffer for one man's childish folly, a man who cannot be trusted. As people were bundling up in sweaters, getting ready to leave, Liz told us what Confucius once related:
When those who govern you tell you they're getting their marching orders from God, and you can see that all they do is evil, beware, and change your government. Quickly.
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Reprinted from The Grindstaff Chronicles Newsletter which is published in the USA by farmers, ranchers, and neighbors.
It is intended to share the thoughts and lifestyle of people who work hard, like to relax and enjoy life, and are often dismayed by news, politics, and the events of the day that defy common sense.
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