Sonia Sotomayor is to Harriet Miers as:

Barack Obama : George W. Bush

Princeton summa cum laude : SMU (no honors)

Yale law review : SMU law school(no honors)

Prosecutor for Morgenthau : no criminal law experience

6 years as Federal District Court Judge : No judicial Experience

10 years on 2nd Circuit Court of Appeals : No judicial Experience

adjunct professor NYU School of Law : advisory board SMU law school

Obama - "Blown away" : Bush - just blown

Democrat : Republican


From KOS

"HK" wrote in message
...

Sonia Sotomayor is to Harriet Miers as:



Here's something I've been taking notice of lately.

It seems that most of the complaining, attacking, noise making and general
political criticisms of the "other" party, in both the media and here in
rec.boats, are lefties bitching about righties.

I thought you won. Why are you fighting and complaining? What are you
afraid of?

Eisboch

Eisboch wrote:

"HK" wrote in message
...

Sonia Sotomayor is to Harriet Miers as:



Here's something I've been taking notice of lately.

It seems that most of the complaining, attacking, noise making and
general political criticisms of the "other" party, in both the media and
here in rec.boats, are lefties bitching about righties.

I thought you won. Why are you fighting and complaining? What are you
afraid of?

Eisboch


I'm neither fighting nor complaining. I'm simply having a good time
watching the GOP and its acolytes here flushing themselves down the toilet.

It's fun watching the Republicans stupifying themselves into oblivion.

On Tue, 26 May 2009 19:56:39 -0400, "Eisboch"
wrote:


"HK" wrote in message
...

Sonia Sotomayor is to Harriet Miers as:



Here's something I've been taking notice of lately.

It seems that most of the complaining, attacking, noise making and general
political criticisms of the "other" party, in both the media and here in
rec.boats, are lefties bitching about righties.

I thought you won. Why are you fighting and complaining? What are you
afraid of?

Eisboch

It's good to know your "foes" by their incessant squawks.
The alternative is even less attractive:

I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe;
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I water'd it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with my smiles
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright;
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine,

And into my garden stole
When the night had veil'd the pole:
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretch'd beneath the tree

(Poison Tree - William Blake)

--Vic

"Vic Smith" wrote in message
...
On Tue, 26 May 2009 19:56:39 -0400, "Eisboch"
wrote:


"HK" wrote in message
...

Sonia Sotomayor is to Harriet Miers as:



Here's something I've been taking notice of lately.

It seems that most of the complaining, attacking, noise making and general
political criticisms of the "other" party, in both the media and here in
rec.boats, are lefties bitching about righties.

I thought you won. Why are you fighting and complaining? What are you
afraid of?

Eisboch

It's good to know your "foes" by their incessant squawks.
The alternative is even less attractive:

I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe;
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I water'd it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with my smiles
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright;
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine,

And into my garden stole
When the night had veil'd the pole:
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretch'd beneath the tree

(Poison Tree - William Blake)

--Vic


Pretty cerebral for an ex-snipe.

Eisboch

On Tue, 26 May 2009 20:18:55 -0400, "Eisboch"
wrote:


Pretty cerebral for an ex-snipe.

Yep.
I told them in boot camp they should make me Secretary of the Navy.
They disagreed.

--Vic

On Tue, 26 May 2009 19:13:57 -0500, Vic Smith
wrote:

(Poison Tree - William Blake)

Ok, I'll admit it - I'm impressed.

On May 26, 7:53*pm, Wizard of Woodstock wrote:
On Tue, 26 May 2009 19:13:57 -0500, Vic Smith

wrote:
(Poison Tree - William Blake)

Ok, I'll admit it - I'm impressed.


I memorized this one when i was in the first grade (5 yr.s old)

THE SUGAR-PLUM TREE

by: Eugene Field (1850-1895)

AVE you ever heard of the Sugar-Plum Tree?
'T is a marvel of great renown!
It blooms on the shore of the Lollipop sea
In the garden of Shut-Eye Town;
The fruit that it bears is so wondrously sweet
(As those who have tasted it say)
That good little children have only to eat
Of that fruit to be happy next day.

When you 've got to the tree, you would have a hard time
To capture the fruit which I sing;
The tree is so tall that no person could climb
To the boughs where the sugar-plums swing!
But up in that tree sits a chocolate cat,
And a gingerbread dog prowls below--
And this is the way you contrive to get at
Those sugar-plums tempting you so:

You say but the word to that gingerbread dog
And he barks with such terrible zest
That the chocolate cat is at once all agog,
As her swelling proportions attest.
And the chocolate cat goes cavorting around
From this leafy limb unto that,
And the sugar-plums tumble, of course, to the ground--
Hurrah for that chocolate cat!

There are marshmallows, gumdrops, and peppermint canes,
With stripings of scarlet or gold,
And you carry away of the treasure that rains
As much as your apron can hold!
So come, little child, cuddle closer to me
In your dainty white nightcap and gown,
And I 'll rock you away to that Sugar-Plum Tree
In the garden of Shut-Eye Town.

On Tue, 26 May 2009 19:34:44 -0700 (PDT), Tim
wrote:

There are marshmallows, gumdrops, and peppermint canes,

Sounds like Obama's ecomonic recovery plan to me. :)

On May 26, 10:34*pm, Tim wrote:
On May 26, 7:53*pm, Wizard of Woodstock wrote:

On Tue, 26 May 2009 19:13:57 -0500, Vic Smith

wrote:
(Poison Tree - William Blake)

Ok, I'll admit it - I'm impressed.

*I memorized this one when i was in the first grade (5 yr.s old)

* * * * * * * * * * * *THE SUGAR-PLUM TREE

* * * * * * * * * * *by: Eugene Field (1850-1895)

* * * * * * AVE you ever heard of the Sugar-Plum Tree?
* * * * * * 'T is a marvel of great renown!
* * * * * * It blooms on the shore of the Lollipop sea
* * * * * * In the garden of Shut-Eye Town;
* * * * * * The fruit that it bears is so wondrously sweet
* * * * * * (As those who have tasted it say)
* * * * * * That good little children have only to eat
* * * * * * Of that fruit to be happy next day.

* * * * * * When you 've got to the tree, you would have a hard time
* * * * * * To capture the fruit which I sing;
* * * * * * The tree is so tall that no person could climb
* * * * * * To the boughs where the sugar-plums swing!
* * * * * * But up in that tree sits a chocolate cat,
* * * * * * And a gingerbread dog prowls below--
* * * * * * And this is the way you contrive to get at
* * * * * * Those sugar-plums tempting you so:

* * * * * * You say but the word to that gingerbread dog
* * * * * * And he barks with such terrible zest
* * * * * * That the chocolate cat is at once all agog,
* * * * * * As her swelling proportions attest.
* * * * * * And the chocolate cat goes cavorting around
* * * * * * From this leafy limb unto that,
* * * * * * And the sugar-plums tumble, of course, to the ground--
* * * * * * Hurrah for that chocolate cat!

* * * * * * There are marshmallows, gumdrops, and peppermint canes,
* * * * * * With stripings of scarlet or gold,
* * * * * * And you carry away of the treasure that rains
* * * * * * As much as your apron can hold!
* * * * * * So come, little child, cuddle closer to me
* * * * * * In your dainty white nightcap and gown,
* * * * * * And I 'll rock you away to that Sugar-Plum Tree
* * * * * * In the garden of Shut-Eye Town.

Hey! In 10th or 11th grade, I memorized this:


`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.


"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.


`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

--------------------------------------------------

What the hell were they thinking? :-)