Daffodils in February

For My Mother

We had a large, circular driveway in Marshall, Virginia which was encompassed by Daffodils in the springtime. A beautiful sight to behold.

I WANDER'D lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the Milky Way,

They stretch'd in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company:

I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought

What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils.

William Wordsworth 1770-1850

Obama’s recipe for poverty

The Congressional Budget Office gave us a forecast Tuesday of a frightening fiscal catastrophe that threatens to engulf the government in a sea of debt.

The CBO report by Congress‘ nonpartisan budgeteers reads like one of those disaster movies in which America is under attack by an alien enemy that destroys everything in its path.

But this isn’t science fiction. It’s happening now, and it is going to make Europe’s financial crisis look like nothing more than an empty piggy bank.

CBO said that under President Obama’s out-of-control spending policies, we are running up another $1-trillion-plus budget deficit. Our monster $15.2 trillion national debt will become a $21.6 trillion debt in 10 years. Medicare’s hospital insurance trust fund will be virtually emptied by 2022, two years earlier than Mr. Obama predicted last year.

Social Security’s disability trust fund will run out of cash in five years, and the Medicaid health care program for the poor will explode under a crush of applicants as a result of a massive expansion under Obamacare.

Medicaid enrollment is expected to skyrocket from 67 million people in 2011 to about 95 million in 2022.

CBO’s economic forecasts, which to a large degree will determine whether Mr. Obama is re-elected to a second term, are even gloomier.

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Southland in the Springtime

Via Borepatch

Southland in the Springtime
(Songwriter: Emily Saliers)

Maybe we'll make Texas by the morning
Light the bayou with our tail lights in the night
800 miles to El Paso from the state line
And we never have the money for the flight

I'm in the back seat sleepy from the travel
Played our hearts out all night long in New Orleans
I'm dirty from the diesel fumes, drinking coffee black
When the first breath of Texas comes in clean

And there's something 'bout the Southland in the springtime
Where the waters flow with confidence and reason
Though I miss her when I'm gone it won't ever be too long
Till I'm home again to spend my favorite season
When God made me born a yankee he was teasin'
There's no place like home and none more pleasin'
Than the Southland in the springtime

In Georgia nights are softer than a whisper
Beneath a quilt somebody's mother made by hand
With the farmland like a tapestry passed down through generations
And the peach trees stitched across the land

There'll be cider up near Helen off the roadside
And boiled peanuts in a bag to warm your fingers
And the smoke from the chimneys meets its maker in the sky
With a song that winter wrote whose melody lingers

And there's something 'bout the Southland in the springtime
Where the waters flow with confidence and reason
Though I miss her when I'm gone it won't ever be too long
Till I'm home again to spend my favorite season
When God made me born a yankee he was teasin'
There's no place like home and none more pleasin'
Than the Southland in the springtime

"Life has always been a small matter with me when duty points the way"

Re-post NamSouth 2008

Patrick R. Cleburne to his brother on the eve of war in 1861. Newly elected Captain of a company of militia called the Yell Rifles raised in Phillips County, Arkansas, his words would become synonymous with his conduct over the next four years.

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"Well, Govan, if we must die, let us die like men."
Gen. Patrick R. Cleburne

Three Of My Favorite Quotes

3. At the battle of Franklin, General John Bell Hood told Cleburne to make a frontal attack on an entrenched position. Cleburne tried to persuade Hood but Hood disagreed.

Just before the attack General Daniel Govan told Cleburne "General there will not be many of us going back to Arkansas after this battle."

Cleburne said, "Well, Govan, if we must die, let us die like men."

Cleburne's horse was shot from under him as he led the charge. As he put his foot in the stirrup to mount a second horse it was killed too. He charged on foot. He was killed by a bullet through the heart

General Cleburne Not Forgotten In Ireland

"Stonewall Jackson of the West"

This rare, one of a kind buckle, sword belt, and sash belonged to Confederate Major General Patrick R. Cleburne. Known as the "Stonewall Jackson of the West," Cleburne was born in County Cork, Ireland, on March 17, 1821 and came to America in 1849. After settling in Helena, Arkansas, he became an apothecary and later a lawyer.

At Franklin, he had two horses shot from beneath him. According to an eyewitness, Cleburne "moved forward on foot waving his cap and was lost sight of in the smoke and din of battle. " Cleburne fell between the cotton gin and the Columbia Pike within sight of the Carter House, a single bullet piercing his heart.

The loss of general officers in this battle was staggering to the morale of the Confederate army. General's Adams, Carter, Gist, Granbury, Cleburne and Strahl were killed, and Cockerell, Quarles, Manigault, and Scott were wounded. General Gordon was dragged over the Union breastworks by his hair and captured.

Confederate President Jefferson F. Davis would remember Cleburne as being equal to Stonewall Jackson and Robert E. Lee in "ability and leadership." Cleburne's sword belt, sash and buckle were sent to his fiancé Sue Tarleton, of Mobile, Alabama after the battle.

Life......A Small Matter With Me When Duty Points The Way

Senate Terrorism Subcommittee American Militia 1995

Re-post 2008

Mormons for Ron Paul!

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