CYCLES

Saturday morning.
It is raining and cloudy and cool.
We love it.

Dear Wife and Dear Daughter are off on a ladies’ weekend…to a country fair with a Dear Cousin.
They will be gone for a few days.

Sophie and I remain at The Study to ‘hold down the fort’.

There are errands and hereing and thereing [I know, not words] and rituals to perform.
The cycles go on.

Thank the Lord.

Leaves and raking and trick or treating and wood splitting and Northern Camp closing and buying new winter boots and fueling up snow blower and making cocoa and too many other things to mention.

And there are the political cycles.
As the song lyric of the 60’s said, “Something’s happening here.”
Love the song. Cannot remember the title.

b.o. has spent trillions and failed to cope with economic problems – has even made things worse – and we fervently hope that his party pays the price in the November elections.
Failure after failure of stimulus efforts are being revealed/discovered.
The effectiveness of tax and spend policies have once again been shown to be what they are – shall we say, less than helpful.

The Republican Party is reinventing itself.
Thinking democrats are concerned. Ignorant dems, a considerable number, ridicule the realignment going on in the GOP, much as the French knights at Agincourt probably ridiculed the English archers as the latter strung their bows.

Go Sarah!
Go non-establishment Republicans, whether they make tea or not.

May one or both Houses of Congress abandon the idiocy of the national democrats.

The poverty level as defined by the Federal Government is rising at an alarming rate.
Home sales are tanking.
Unemployment rates are not responding to democrat fixes.
US efforts to resolve Middle Eastern hostilities will not succeed.
State and national deficits grow at horrendous rates.
b.o. continues to embolden our enemies in Afghanistan by announcing our abandonment timetable, as he has done in Iraq.
Gitmo continues to do its duty.

The Republic is resilient.
We have had less than ideal leaders before.

We will again.

But perhaps this fall some sanity will return.

God willing.