Wright Cross

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Recent events have again spurred the Parody department into action.
Barack Obama's campaign appears to have become Pastorized, and he's doubtless wondering what the BeeGees is going on. On that note, we present:

Reverend Wright
(to the tune of "Love So Right" by the BeeGees)
by DMinor and CMinor
(apologies to Maurice, Robin and Barry Gibb)


Now you know the way I spend Sunday shows my feet are clay,
And they say it shows the President I'll be:
Conscience-free.

He spewed his vitriol, between altar calls--
And I thought I'd do my crosswords in the pew.
But the critics are now asking
Why I sat through all the hate;
Now I'm hanging on.
Maybe you could tell me
How could Reverend Wright turn out to be so wrong?
(ask the pollsters)
How could Reverend Wright turn out to be so wrong?

What can I say when I need to get away
From his damning of the country I would lead?
I thought it would blow over, but he's back to break my heart.
Now I'm hanging on, on the chance they will forget about
How Reverend Wright could turn out to be so wrong
(ask the pundits)
How Reverend Wright could turn out to be so wrong
(ask the bloggers)

I could take it in my stride,
Start bluffing for a moment;
Maybe I could make another high-flown speech.
I'll hang him up to dry; he fails to dignify
My Dialogue on Race.


How could Reverend Wright turn out to be so wrong?
(ask the voters)
How could Reverend Wright turn out to be so wrong?
(ask the hardhats)
How could Reverend Wright turn out to be so wrong?
(are they bitter?)
How could Reverend Wright turn out to be so wrong?
(don't tell Hill'ry!)

[Repeat, and hopefully, fade]

The Return of Yard Eco

The first nesting of brown thrashers fledged this week, and thus we have had ungainly juvenile birds with fuzz still clinging to them crash landing around the yard. We lost one Sunday -- while I was busy discouraging our retriever mutt Bud from trying to knock them out of the shrubbery with my best malocchio, our latest rescue, a terrier/boxer sort of mix, nailed one that landed in front of her. We noticed at least two more, and have managed to keep the dogs off them. We got a good look at one when it settled on a privet bush for a rest. Baby tried to get a pic of it, but the parents ran her off and then executed one of those parental bird shrub-to-shrub maneuvers and got it out of sight.

The hummers arrived today, and of course I wasn't ready for them. The finch tube I have up in the backyard has a bright red cap, and the hummers, knowing to expect a nectar feeder in the area, were taken in by it. On realizing that there was nothing but seed in the feeder, they looked about as nonplussed as hummingbirds can and flew off. I quickly got a small tube of sugar water out and they noticed it, but didn't drink -- the water was still kinda hot at the time. Then off they went to try to figure out the finch feeder again--I'm going to have to cover the darn thing lest it drive them to distraction.

The cardinal pair in the backyard brought a juvenile to the feeder this morning.

Garden report: The faux Vidalia onions are growing very nicely. I pulled one green last week to cook with -- boy, are they strong at this size!

Most Guys Think Opening Jars is an Impressive Feat

According to the Sydney Morning Herald (April 3), a woman survived an attack by a 2.5 meter saltwater crocodile in a Northern Territory national park when her husband jumped on the reptile's back and wrestled her free. The spirit of Steve Irwin lives on! H/T Fark.com.

Remarks Hon. Son #1,
"Now, if that had happened here in Georgia [Okay, so we don't have crocs. Would a good-sized 'gator do?] the guy woulda put a couple slugs into the varmint, and his wife woulda cooked it up for him for dinner."