In a diary today, there was a three-person minithread on baseball. It was wonderful to me to think about the national pastime again, and to think that we're only six to eight weeks away from that wonderful newspaper headline, "Pitchers and Catchers Reporting Today."

I love baseball. to me it has a wonderful tempo, and the rules, which set up nine innings, three outs per side, don't take time into consideration.

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I know at least one member of this nation (Caldonia) is aware of the father of Rhythm and Blues, Louis (pronounced luwee) Jordan.
Following in the path set by Unitary Moonbat, I want to try to introduce American artists that perhaps few have heard of, perhaps many (some will be quite famous, some will appear to be anecdotal) at least until i get tired of doing so.  

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Or maybe what makes a good candidate? I don't DISLIKE a one. I like, however, fewer.

Now, I taught the weeping willow how to cry
And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear, blue sky
And the tears that I cried for that millage are gonna flood you, big river,
and I'm gonna sit right here until I die (Johnny Cash)
If you've noticed, i haven't been around lately. I've been working on a school tax issue.

I lost.

folks, I might have to move to Mrs. alabama's country much sooner than anticipated. As some of you remember, her father was murdered earlier this year. No suspects, no money, no.. well, youhave the picture.

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Folks, I live in Alabama. It is hot here. we don't DO things in the heat.

It;s hot in Washington, too. After 6 hot,

This is, quite simply, an observation on the ability to impeach. It is not a diatribe on the relative intelligence of certain dailykos members, their ability to reason or lack of ability to reason, and their desire that hyperbole and passion override facts (okay, maybe it is.).  

Folks, Carnacki has made a rant... a new day is dawning!

YearlyKos begins  this week... a new day is dawning!

Let me repeat myself... Carnacki has made a rant!

I recently discovered youtube, about 2 months ago (I know, where have I been?). I also have for years been collecting protest songs... always a contrarian, I suppose.

What's the point? I have found a wonderful song by Pete Seeger, made popular during Vietnam, that is just as salient today as it was then.

I wanted to share it with you. It's a great diary for a Saturday night, I think.

Please feel free to add your protest songs--I always wonder what people think of when they think of protest songs...

Just listen. It takes about seven (7) minutes.

my goodness, i was trying to find a link to the pennsylbvania polka, and then suddenly youtube helped me find memories! More below the fold...

well, i guess you can tell this is a snark/meta diary. Too much seriousness and not enough love.

I have been teaching, and couselling, my brothers and sisters in arms from Iraq.

Some can walk, some had a great fucking time. Some I talk to a lot...
But all, all-- who talk to me are vets. I'm a vet of long standing, and we are all scarred.

Fuck a bunch of Iraq. It don't mean nothing.
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I want my brothers and sisters home from Iraq. I also think it's trime for a break from here.

This community has grown and changed in the few years I have been here. I love that it has grown, but I haven't grown in the same way.

The death of Molly Ivins, Bush and his 'Surge,' a poignant diary/FP from Soonergrunt, and more... Bush still trying to wag the dog for another war, and New Orleans and the Gulf Coast Still ignored.

Molly gave me the idea for this, so I'll post her words below the fold.

I can't escape my past, nor my tears for those in the sandbox. Been there, done that, stil listen to the music.

Giminy christmas! I tried to fucking put my goddamned name down as as fucking present but... No Joy. Rounds not seen, repeat!

After four tries, my language has gotten, well Army.
So... I AM HERE. What a pathetic friggin' waste of a diary! where the fuck is Budhydharma or Carnacki or that goddamned Unitary Moonbat-- they can straighten this shit out! I need a fucking pony!

Peeder, I can't post to the roll call, and I am here! I need to find ek hornbeck, or maybe cskendrick, and do some snark!  

Heard this on the news today, baseball legend Buck O'Niel died at 94.

Why write about a baseball player? O'Niel was a spokesman, an ambassador, and a charismatic and friendly man. He was the person who created the Negro League
Hall of Fame Museum in Kansas City.

And he is a reminder of the limits of opportunity that still exist in our nation.