Hangovers do very strange things to the idle Sunday mind.  Today I find myself thinking back to my Gramma Franks, NYC Elementary School Teacher Extraordinaire…and Ogden Nash.  This became an internal discussion about Ogden Nash and how his poetry could be used to illustrate some of today’s current events…

• Consider the plight of the ketchup bottle.  First none’ll come out…and then a lot’ll.  A commentary on the lack of complete disclosure of the contents of important bills.  That is, until they have passed in the House and it is too late.
  
• When called by a panther, don’t anther.  Advice to Governor Sanford (R-SC)…
• If you think that letting the Government handle every aspect of your waking life is a good thing…Consider the auk; becoming extinct because he forgot how to fly, and could only walk.  Consider man, who may well become extinct because he forgot how to walk and learned how to fly before he thinked.
• Get your buckets, boys.  We’re goin’ bailin’!!!   Bankers are Just like Anybody Else, Except Richer…and particularly because they all observe one rule which woe betides the banker who fails to heed it, which is you must never lend any money to anybody unless they don’t need it…
• And, my all-time favorite – Stimulus (or lack thereof).  One from One Leaves Two…Abracadabra, thus we learn the more you create, the less you earn.  The less you earn, the more you’re given.  The less you lead, the more you’re driven.  The more destroyed, the more they feed, the more you pay, the more they need.  The more you earn, the less you keep.  And now I lay me down to sleep.  I pray the Lord my soul to take, if the tax collector hasn’t got it before I wake.

Have a great NASCAR Sunday…