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Tuesday, July 04, 2006

A Day Of Remembrance

Photo courtesy of Rick Decorie

KKK Speaker Draws Thousands

There was a big turnout at one of Grand Klingon Robert Byrd's rallies Monday:

Byrd speaks at city’s July Fourth gala
Charleston (WV) Gazette

U.S. Sen. Robert C. Byrd, D-W.Va., was greeted Monday night with a standing ovation from a crowd of several thousand at Charleston’s Haddad Riverfront Park.

Byrd, the longest-serving senator in U.S. history, waved his pocket copy of the nation’s Constitution while he reminded the crowd of the greatness of America. (
Area residents were warned in advance that fireworks were going to be set off. Rally planners didn't want them to think crosses were being burned, which was customary at these Byrd rallies for many years.

No word on whether Byrd was adorned in his famous KKK Grand Klingon robe w/ matching hood and blood stains ...

A Happy Ending

This is a good story:
Historic Literary Couple Are Reunited After 142-Year Separation
By Katie Zezima, The New York Times

CONCORD, Mass., June 26 — "The life of a man happily married cannot fail to be influenced by the character and conduct of his wife," Julian Hawthorne wrote of his father, Nathaniel, in 1884. "Nathaniel Hawthorne was particularly susceptible to influences of this kind."

To describe Hawthorne or his career as an author without mentioning his wife, the former Sophia Peabody, would be like imagining, Julian wrote, "a sun without heat, or a day without a sun."

Although they were the closest of partners in life, for 142 years — until Monday — Nathaniel and Sophia Hawthorne were separated in death.

After burying her husband at Sleepy Hollow Cemetery here in 1864, Sophia moved to Germany and then London, where she died in 1871. She and the couple's daughter Una, who died in 1877, were buried in Kensal Green Cemetery in London.

On Monday, the remains of Sophia and Una Hawthorne were reinterred in a plot next to their husband and father. (
Together forever.

Let men tremble to win the hand of woman, unless they win along with it the utmost passion of her heart!

Defining The Democratic Party

Nobody in this country can tell you what it is the Democratic party stands for these days. But it's easy to figure out what the membership is against: The War. Joe Lieberman, Democratic Senator from the state of Connecticut and former party nominee for Vice President is learning that - the hard way:
Lieberman Plans Independent Bid if Primary Fails
By William Yardley, The New York Times

HARTFORD, July 3 — Senator Joseph I. Lieberman of Connecticut said on Monday that he would run as an independent Democratic candidate if he loses the state Democratic primary next month. The announcement by Mr. Lieberman, a political moderate and longtime party leader seeking his fourth term, underscores the increasing vulnerability he feels over his support for the Iraq war.

Reacting to a strong challenge from Ned Lamont, a wealthy businessman and political newcomer who has criticized him for supporting President Bush on the war and other issues, Senator Lieberman said that he would begin gathering the 7,500 petition signatures necessary to put his name on the ballot should he lose the primary on Aug. 8. (

If there is such a thing in this day and age as a moderate, Joe Lieberman has to be it. Which dooms his continued presence in the growingly leftist Democratic party.

Too bad.

On Motherhood

A story:

Is there a magic cutoff period when offspring become accountable for their own actions? Is there a wonderful moment when parents can become detached spectators in the lives of their children and shrug, "It's their life," and feel nothing?

When I was in my twenties, I stood in a hospital corridor waiting for doctors to put a few stitches in my son's head. I asked, "When do you stop worrying?" The nurse said, "When they get out of the accident stage." My other just smiled faintly and said nothing.

When I was in my thirties, I sat on a little chair in a classroom and heard how one of my children talked incessantly, disrupted the class, and was headed for a career making license plates. As if to read my mind, a teacher said, "Don't worry, they all go through this stage and then you can sit back, relax and enjoy them." My mother just smiled faintly and said nothing.

When I was in my forties, I spent a lifetime waiting for the phone to ring, the cars to come home, the front door to open. A friend said, "They're trying to find themselves. Don't worry, in a few years, you can stop worrying. They'll be adults." My mother just smiled faintly and said nothing.

By the time I was 50, I was sick & tired of being vulnerable. I was still worrying over my children, but there was a new wrinkle. There was nothing I could do about it. My mother just smiled faintly and said nothing. I continued to anguish over their failures, be tormented by their frustrations and absorbed in their disappointments.

My friends said that when my kids got married I could stop worrying and lead my own life. I wanted to believe that, but I was haunted by my mother's warm smile and her occasional, "You look pale. Are you all right? Call me the minute you get home. Are you depressed about something?"

Can it be that parents are sentenced to a lifetime of worry? Is concern for one another handed down like a torch to blaze the trail of human frailties and the fears of the unknown? Is concern a curse or is it a virtue that elevates us to the highest form of life?

One of my children became quite irritable recently, saying to me, "Where were you? I've been calling for 3 days, and no one answered. I was worried." I smiled a warm smile.

The torch has been passed.
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