Thoughts about small people running a big country...and other personal musings.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Bit The Hand
Every bushel of corn made into ethanol, the eco-nut energy panacea, is a bushel of food not sent overseas to those who don't like us. Now those who don't like us might riot because we don't keep feeding the mouths that bit the hand that fed them. --- William Fortner 2006 ---
I've been in the Navy all me bloomin' life! Me Mother was a mermaid, me father was King Neptune. I was born on the crest of a wave and rocked in the cradle of the deep. Seaweed and barnacles are me clothes. Every tooth in me head is a marlinspike; the hair on me head is hemp. Every bone in me body is a spar, and when I spits, I spits tar! I'se hard, I is, I am, I are!
I am an unrepentant independent conservative and a 30-year Navy veteran with little civilian experience thus unable to suffer fools graciously. I am a member of PETA [People Eating Tasty Animals], Southern Division, Beef Battalion, Prime Rib Brigade, Platoon Rare, Squad Au Jus and Horseradish (on the side).
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