GONE SONG

Oh there’s going over the hill, Bill,

also going over the edge.

And then there’s gone, gone, gone.

Their memory of you is at thirty-two

or whenever they knew you last.

Hey hey.

It’s great to be poor

–yet let in the door–

but there’s a big traffic jam

at the eye of the needle.

So I’ll just sing this song and

toddle  along.  Gone, I’m gone.

Still the poor garbage man lingers,

While the auctioneer jingles

coins in his pocket and bangs

down  his gavel, shouting

“Going, Going, Gone!”

Ya think?  Hey hey.

nan

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GUN STATS

Diane Ravitch is clever, I surmise, in making it difficult for others to reblog her posts. Her site is one of the most valued sites for several topics, and it seems she’d prefer you to visit her site rather than read it on a reblog.  (Can’t blame her). At least that’s my guess, given all the difficulties I run into for even trying.  So, you need to go to her site and see her gun chart, yesterday.  It’s mind-blowing, and credited if you can understand from where.  Look at the lives the gun people would have on their conscience if they had one.

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SOUTHERN BAPTIST MISOGYNISTS

Just in case you missed it: The Southern Baptists are kicking female ministers out of the church, and apparently their congregations with them.  So what else is new from the religious right (In addition to forced birth?)  Mama mia!

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BITTERNESS DOESN’T BECOME ME, EITHER,  but neither does moral blindness.