Monday, March 31, 2008

Our Bones are Scattered - book

Drinks to 3:00 a.m., wakes up
in garbage composter, yells, is
saved, doesn’t remember.

I have just finished reading Our Bones are Scattered by Andrew Ward. This is a history of the Cawnpore massacre of 1857 in India and its terrible aftermath. If you want information on man’s inhumanity to man (and women and children), look no further. For hatred, violence, arson and murder it would be hard to beat this horrible tale of senseless bloodshed. It’s right up there with King Leopold’s Ghost which I mentioned before. Let me explain before you conclude that I am the ghoul of Bonners Ferry that I have been working on a book about savages and savagery so this type of reading is necessary. Personally, I much prefer Maugham, Steinbeck, Orwell, and Conrad.

It seems to me a President has to be truly unpopular to get booed when throwing out the first pitch of the season. But George W. Bush managed it. You have to give him credit for unbelievable chutzpah. Ordinary people in his position wouldn’t deign to show their face in public. He seems oblivious to the fact that he is despised by most of his countrymen, a talent that Hillary Clinton is apparently beginning to share.

The good people of Pennsylvania could stop this unpleasant business between Clinton and Obama. All they would have to do is vote for Obama in large numbers to send a message to Clinton that the fat lady is singing. The superdelegates could also end it right now if they would all come out and give their votes to Obama. This appears to be happening, but by a slower pace than necessary. Maybe she’s waiting until she can raise enough money to pay her bills. Nobody likes a deadbeat. Lots of people seem to like liars.

Obama should avoid bowling alleys. My son could do better than 37 in 7 frames when he was three years old. Obama in a bowling alley is like George W. at NASCAR. Please Barack, stick to hoops. Speaking of hoops, I’m rooting for UCLA. Go Bruins!

Tomorrow is April Fool’s Day. Here at Sandhill it is cold and we still have snow on the ground We usually plant potatoes, peas, and broad beans in April. I dunno about this year. Maybe before the end of the month? The deer are already around the house looking to eat the tulips. They love tulips. The wild turkeys were pecking at the window until we stuck a political sign in it. I guess they don’t like politics. Maybe it’s just democrats they don’t like.


“The truth is cruel, but it can be loved and it makes free those who have loved it.”
George Santayana

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