Hopefully Washington DC will still be there when you get back from your well deserved vacation, sir.
Only one thing to do
Crank up that Music
For Starters
Out Of The Cold"
The day fell down, the air got cold
I walked out in the street
Daydreamed for a mile or two
Staring at my feet like a working boy
Out of luck, falling through the cracks
night rolled in, I turned back home
A hard wind at my back
[Chorus:]
Iām out in the cold, body and soul
Thereās nowhere to go
Iām out in the cold
When I woke up my brain was stunned
I could not come around
I reached out to grab my keys
And tumbled to the ground
I thought of you starry-eyed, I wonder where we stand?
Did I just fall from your arms
Down into your hands?
[Chorus]
Iām standing in a door-way
Iām out walking 'round, hands in my pockets
Let the long list of executive orders undoing former President Obamaās legacy beginā¦NOW!
Welcome to California, Mr. President and First Lady. Weāre celebrating your arrival with lots of rain and snow.
He also said ā¦ and I was taken by it ā¦
" This is not a ā periodā, it is only a ā comma ā " ā
He plans to fight on ! ā
āQuestionā by the Moody Blues.
Why do we never get an answer
When weāre knocking at the door
With a thousand million questions
About hate and death and war?
'Cause when we stop and look around us
There is nothing that we need
In a world of persecution that is burning in its greed
Why do we never get an answer
When weāre knocking at the door
Because the truth is hard to swallow
Thatās what the war of love is for
Itās not the way that you say it
When you do those things to me
Itās more the way that you mean it
When you tell me what will be
And when you stop and think about it
You wonāt believe itās true
That all the love youāve been giving
Has all been meant for you
Iām looking for someone to change my life
Iām looking for a miracle in my life
And if you could see what itās done to me
To lose the love I knew
Could safely lead me through
Between the silence of the mountains
And the crashing of the sea
There lies a land I once lived in
And sheās waiting there for me
But in the Grey of the morning
My mind becomes confused
Between the dead and the sleeping
And the road that I must choose
Iām looking for someone to change my life
Iām looking for a miracle in my life
And if you could see what itās done to me
To lose the love I knew
Could safely lead me to
The land that I once knew
To learn as we grow old
The secrets of our soul
Itās not the way that you say it when you do those things to me
Itās more the way you really mean it when you tell me what will be
Why do we never get an answer
When weāre knocking at the door
With a thousand million questions
About hate and death and war
'Cause when we stop and look around us
There is nothing that we need
In a world of persecution that is burning in its greed
Why do we never get an answer
When weāre knocking at the door
Please, please fix the typos. Youāre too good for them!
No music with this one, but since November 9 I canāt get it out of my head:
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
Yeatsā The Second Coming; hasnāt haunted me like this since the Bush years.
I wish we were in coma.
sory ā¦ fixxed itt ā
Iāve been a subscriber to emails from the White House. This morning I received a farewell message written by President Obama - and at the bottom of his message was an invitation to āstay in touchā and continue receiving emails from him via the Barack Obama Foundation.
Hereās the link to register for emails: https://act.barackobamafoundation.org/page/signup/keep-in-touch?utm_medium=email&utm_source=wh&utm_campaign=20170118_WH&source=20170118_WH
You better be rich or you will be most unhappy with the orange man.
Thank you for that ! ā
He needs to do a George Bush, now, and disappear.