From crooks and liars http://www.crooksandliars.com/…

Crier: Well here’s the way this plays out. If the full House issues the contempt citation then it’s supposed to go to the Department of Justice and they’re supposed to take it to a Grand Jury. They’re supposed to enforce it. Well they’ve already, the Bush administration says no, uh, there’s Executive authority, we’re saying privilege. They’re not going to enforce it. You might then try the Federal courts. The Federal courts are liable to say it’s a political question. But the Constitution gives the Congress the inherent power to issue contempt and then to prosecute on this.

Abrams: On their own.

Crier: They can send the Sergeant at Arms out into the countryside, arrest, haul somebody in and in days gone by used to literally hold them in the basement of Congress in an impromptu jail and then they could have a trial. That is still their power today.

a full transcript at the link

My mom’s been gone for nine years now and I can hardly remember her face. When I think of my mother I see her hands. I don’t think this is only due to the fact that her hand is in nearly every picture I have of myself or my sibs from years ago, as much as she was always doing something with her hands. And I don’t think its due to the jangling bracelet she habitually wore with its coins from Arabia, India, Africa & other foreign countries.

She was one of a dying breed, as npk mentions. (and btw~thank you for the inspiration npk!) She was a homemaker, always doing something with her hands.  

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Forest Gump died.

When he arrived at the pearly gates St. Peter met him and said

“Well Forest, because of the wars and all, there has been a huge increase in the number of souls arriving. We came up with one last test, just to make certain sure that all are worthy of being here.”

“Um, okay.” says Forest.

“It’s three questions, and you don’t have to give your answers immediately. You can go think about it and come back later.”

“Um, okay.” says Forest.

This little tale started itself about a dozen years ago. It was originally a couple of pages, a  background for a D&D character. Then came a dream or three which added so much more. Life & Death interfered for many years. I’ve begun dreaming of this tale again, recently. This will eventually be a book, I hope.

Link to all of TaleMaster

So please, go get yourself a tall cold beverage, adjust your reading glasses and settle into your comfy chair and join me in the City of Colours…

His conversation with Ylrial, the Goldsmith, of the previous evening replays clearly in his mind as he drifts into that place between reality and dreams. His viewpoint shifts suddenly and he is outside himself, somehow high above and looking down on himself. It is as if he was another being entirely, sitting on a ledge high in the cavernside, looking down on the dwarf and man conversing.

   ” Well, they are off on their own adventure. It gets harder and harder each time. Maybe I’m just getting old. Let us move to the far side of the fire, it is less damp there. ”

   ” You! Old? Why you’re just a youngling!” states the old man, settling himself more comfortably into the cushioned barrel chair.

This little tale started itself about a dozen years ago. It was originally a couple of pages, a  background for a D&D character. Then came a dream or three which added so much more. Life & Death interfered for many years. I’ve begun dreaming of this tale again, recently. This will eventually be a book, I hope.

Link to all of TaleMaster

So please, go get yourself a tall cold beverage, adjust your reading glasses and settle into your comfy chair and join me in the City of Colours…

   The Seth leads the boy to the gate then watches as he scampers off down the tunnel, pondering the news. Sea serpents back… Kalygth Rathmon will need some heroes before long to dispose of that problem.  Saug Amaroth was needing a lesson in humility yet again. Maybe it is past time for lessons, time to cut out the ichor and cauterize the wound. Turning, the master of tales enters his cavern, pausing to lock the gate and pull the curtain to, his thoughts returning to the boy, Y’rbos, who brought the news.

I’m writing today as, I guess, a kind of Public Service Announcement…. bringing up a touchy subject many may have not considered, or have put on the back burner until a later date, believing there is plenty of time.

Well that’s crap! You need to take action now!

I’m talking about death/ dying and getting your shit together so as not to leave a mess behind for your loved ones.

If you are reaching your mouse towards the ‘X’ thinking O Gods & Ancestors, this is Just. So. Morbid.

STOP!!!

YOU are exactly the one I’m writing this for!

Love is like oxygen….not enough & you’re gonna die

^{in through your nose, out through your mouth}

moving in silent desperation… a hypothetical situation…….

Hey y’all….i’m home at last…

special thanks to everyone sending me so very many loving happy thoughts….i’m ver ver sure they were instrumental in getting me over the hump…& keeping me on this side….

i felt your warm wishes & heard the bits of healing songs you all sent me….

thank you ever so much

i’m really very, very weak & will prolly not stay up to answer….i just wanted to let you know i’m okay….. & thank you all for being such excellent friends

& now i’m going to sleeeeeep

g’nite

This little tale started itself about a dozen years ago. It was originally a couple of pages, a  background for a D&D character. Then came a dream or three which added so much more. Life & Death interfered for many years. I’ve begun dreaming of this tale again, recently. This will eventually be a book, I hope.

the rest of the TaleMaster

So please, go get yourself a tall cold beverage, adjust your reading glasses and settle into your comfy chair and join me in the City of Colours…

“Almost home ” he thinks, gazing northward from the bowmost point of the barge. He sits just above the clear blue water watching the mountain grow before his eyes. Focusing closer in, he watches the team of oxen on the last stretch of the journey patiently pulling the vessel. He turns and scans the deck.  

The Battle Of Evermore

Queen of Light took her bow, And then she turned to go,

The Prince of Peace embraced the gloom, And walked the night alone.

Oh, dance in the dark of night, Sing to the morning light.

The dark Lord rides in force tonight, And time will tell us all.

Oh, throw down your plow and hoe, Rest not to lock your homes.

Side by side we wait the might of the darkest of them all.

I hear the horses’ thunder down in the valley blow,

I’m waiting for the angels of Avalon, waiting for the eastern glow.

The apples of the valley hold, The seeds of happiness,

The ground is rich from tender care, Repay, do not forget, no, no.

Dance in the dark of night, sing to the morning light.

The apples turn to brown and black, The tyrant’s face is red.

Oh war is the common cry, Pick up your swords and fly.

The sky is filled with good and bad that mortals never know.

Oh, well, the night is long the beads of time pass slow,

Tired eyes on the sunrise, waiting for the eastern glow.

The pain of war cannot exceed the woe of aftermath,

The drums will shake the castle wall, the ring wraiths ride in black, Ride on.

Sing as you raise your bow, shoot straighter than before.

No comfort has the fire at night that lights the face so cold.

Oh dance in the dark of night, Sing to the morning light.

The magic runes are writ in gold to bring the balance back. Bring it back.

At last the sun is shining, The clouds of blue roll by,

With flames from the dragon of darkness, the sunlight blinds his eyes.

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So sorry this is running a bit late…

Thanks for stopping in, so glad You’re here …. (yes, YOU!)

this is an open thread… relax.. Hang out and chit chat awhile…

and when you’re done  check out some of the excellent offerings on our recent and rec’d list.

O &… Please don’t rec the pony party, another will trot up in a few hours.

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