Ode to Republican'ts

Ode to Republican'ts

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Excepted from Hymn to the Pillory
Daniel Defoe

Quote:

“They that in, vast Employments, rob the State, See them in thy Embraces (of the pillory - LB) meet their Fate; 310 Let not the Millions they by Fraud obtain, Protect 'em from the Scandal, or the Pain: They who from Mean Beginnings grow To vast Estates, but God knows how; Who carry untold Sums away, 315 From little Places, with but little Pay: Who costly Palaces Erect, The Thieves that buds them to Protect; The Gardens, Grottos, Fountains, Walks, and Groves Where Vice Triumphs in Pride, and Lawless Loves: 320 Where mighty Luxury and Drunk'ness Reign'd Profusely Spend what they Prophanely Gain'd Tell 'em there's Mene Tekel’s * on the Wall, Tell 'em the Nations Money paid for all: Advance by double Front and show, 325 And let us both the Crimes and Persons know: Place them aloft upon thy Throne, Who slight the Nations Business for their own; Neglect their Posts, in spight of Double Pay, And turn us all in Debt the Shortest Way. " 330 **

*This is the passage from Daniel regarding the hand Writing on the wall
Daniel 5:25-28
5:25 And this [is] the writing that was written, MENE, MENE, TEKEL, UPHARSIN.
5:26 This [is] the interpretation of the thing: MENE; God hath numbered thy kingdom, and finished it.
5:27 TEKEL; Thou art weighed in the balances, and art found wanting.
5:28 PERES; Thy kingdom is divided, and given to the Medes and Persians.
(http://www.godrules.net/library/kjv/kjvdan5.htm)


** Daniel Defoe: [Defoe, Daniel], J.T. Boulton, ed. Publisher: Schocken 1965, p.106

(Note: OCR and transcription by poster from personal copy purchased in used bookstore, Ginza, Tokyo Japan, Winter 1968)

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Today Megan was Born

It was 32 years ago today. It was in the early hours of the 31st but that is close enough for a Halloween baby.

It was still light in the late afternoon. Day Light Savings Time had just ended. The weather was mild with a hint of cool. The resident manager of our apartment, Rosalyn, lived across the hall. She had been in and out checking things out with us. Mom is resting on the bed reading, nibbling at a Triscuit. Rosalyn had just left to freshen up her "hi-ball", when Mom appears in the door way to the bedroom with one hand on her back and one hand on the door jamb.

My question, "IS THIS IT?" The answer, "I don't know, maybe it was a little . . . uh-oh . . . " with a grimace and a blinking of the eyes. "UUUUUHHHHH . . . ! Help me sit down . . . no help me stand up! HAVEYOU GOT THE KEYS?"

Rosalyn pops back in and goes into over drive. She doesn't have any hand in this but she is all a mess. I lead Mom out to the car, and off we go. Not too fast, not too slow.

We arrived at the hospital. Mom checked in in a room and then the crash delivery team took its leave and mom got into bed.

Then it starts. "You want to play Hearts or Gin? "Oh, . . . oooooohhhhhh . . . wah, wah wah . . . That ones over, Gin."

So that the way it goes from about 5:30pm until . . .

Break in our drama.

Their is a woman in the next room over who is quite far along but going slow. She is already on the loony drip and she is seeing things on the ceiling. It is quite hilarious.

These contraction and dilation checks go on. There is a fetal monitor to stay ahead of the game. The OB nurse is all cheerful and apologetic about the "tripper " next door.

Around midnight, my fren' Big Kat shows up. He has already been through the delivery process twice and he is all enthusiastic. So we chat in the room; walk the hall, check out Carson in the waiting room. Around 2:30am, it is time to take the show to the delivery room. No, I waited outside with BK. At 3:15, the door pops open and out walks the doctor with a nicely wrapped . . . olive prune with a head of black hair that ended right around the bridge of her nose. So, what happens next? BK gets the honor of accepting the little package from the nurse that the doctor
had lateraled to. Then I get the package. She is still . . . damp. The nurse is adjusting her little Jacques Cousteau head gear. She smells just like a very organic thing. What a relief. OK, Big Kat, cuts out. We finish up the paper work. I make a couple of calls and head home. I have a couple of more calls at home, have a shooter of some distilled spirit and fall into the bed. It is 6:00am. At 7, good ol' Roz is at the door wanting to know everything. I get her settled and get back for another couple of hours sleep. By noon, I am back at the hospital and everything is right with the world.

Today, I went into the village hall to pay the water bill and I notice that everybody is dressed up for Megan's birthday. I tell the story to the ladie there and they let me get a hand full of Tootsie Rolls and Jolly Ranchers.

It is another swell October day.

Happy Birthday, Megan.

dah