From the NYT, Libby To Be Indicted

Casey,

With Times news like that, I think we'd find the truth in the Enquirer first.

Shame on you, Times! You've ruined a nice solid reputation for nothing AND your neglegence has killed thousands!

I will not rest til Rove is frog-marched.

White House Fears Indictment for Libby

http://www.guardian.co.uk/worldlatest/story/0,1280,-5375464,00.html

Interesting titles:

Aide to US vice-president likely to be charged with lying
Bangkok Post, Thailand 

Aides' fate may bring more bad news
Telegraph.co.uk, United Kingdom 

'A Mt Rushmore of incompetence'
Scotsman, United Kingdom 

Cheney aide snared in spy tale
Australian, Australia 

Prosecutor in leak case meets jurors and judge
International Herald Tribune, France 

Being and Nothingness
Washington Post, United States 

A Scandal That Goes to the Heart of War in Iraq
Al-Jazeerah.info, GA

Plame charges could sink dollar, bonds, stocks -
FXstreet.com, Spain

DiAnne:

Drip, drip, drip is good, good good.

Chuck in Houston.

PS: Watch the Niger Forgery (Josh Marshall seems best).

Chuck in Houston for All:

By the way, just wanted to add a word of caution. Taken in its totality and in all its implications, this investigation is huge. Therefore, I would respectfully submit that we should expect a great deal of back-room horse-trading on this and few sensational announcements. I can't support that empirically, but just what life experience I have tells me that cautious expectations may be a good watch-word for the near future. Don't know why I felt compelled to post that...

Chuck in Houston

Damn

I hate waiting

Christy:

Waiting....

Dang, there has to be a good Haiku that starts with that.

Otherwise, what use to us is Haiku?

Chuck in Houston, waiting....

You will all need this link tommorrow.

Please someone repost it every once in a while to keep it handy dandy for everyone

http://www.usdoj.gov/usao/iln/osc/

Otherwise, what use to us is Haiku?

Im a poet and not even I can say.

im a firm believer in cadence myself.

The Ostlers Fate

(The Highwayman, revisited...)

The wind was a torrent of darkness,
Among the gusty trees.
The moon a ghostly galleon,
Tossed upon cloudy seas.
The road a ribbon of moonlight,
Over the purple moor.
And a highwayman came riding,
Up to the old inn door.
Tim the ostler stood in shadows,
He took one step in retreat.
As a chill and bitter wind,
Made the lightless wicket creak.
With his hair like moldy hay,
And hollow eyes of madness,
For a fleeting moment,
Insanity turned to sadness.
The stable groaned heavy with night.
In darkness Tim watched the stranger.
He already knew what he must do,
As the night blew frigid danger.
He saw the highwayman sense it,
Then refused to see.
He proudly rode to the abode,
As if it could not be.
Tim glared with hateful daggers,
From hiding he mumbled mutters.
At the man with a whip,pulled from his hip,
To tap on tightened shutters.
Returning the whip to his claret coat
The highwayman wistled a tune.
The bolts were freed and Tim could see,
Clear by the light of the moon.
Beauty spilled from the lofty porthole.
Tims madness dared a glance.
At the lovely landlords daughter,
With whom he had no chance.
Red lipped Bess sat in the casement,
Binding both men to her in awe.
She reached from above to the one she loved,
The other she never saw.
Tim narrowed eyes of spiteful hatred.
A passion he knew each day.
He watched the lovers from his cover,
And heard the highwayman say,
"One kiss my bonny sweetheart.
I'm after a prize tonight!
If the kings yellow gold is where I'm told
I'll come to thee by dawns' light.
But if I am pressed sharply,
And harried throughout the day,
I'll come to thee by soft moonlight,
Though hell should bar the way!"
Bess loosed her long raven hair.
Tim watched the robber stroke it.
A scream of longing in his soul,
In darkness he never spoke it.
The highwayman pulled a crimson ribbon,
From her inky midnight locks.
Spurring west,with a smile he left,
On the loney road toward the docks.
Yet still the keeper of horses,
Watched from the darkness afar.
His hate no less as he saw Bess,
Pray to the twinkling stars.
Yes he knew what he would do,
Still he could not pull to duty,
He saw the light within his sight,
Madness mesmerized by beauty.
The lovely Bess dashed soft light,
The dark settled the old inn yard.
The shutters threw again tight and true,
Once more night was locked and barred.
Now alone in his stable home,
Tim stewed but a moment longer.
He did not fold once in the cold.
He let madness make him stronger.
The kings men would take him in.
Perhaps even bring him a feast.
He had plenty of time in his troubled mind.
As insanity pulled Tim east.
All the kings horses and all the kings men,
Met him with quiet distain.
He betrayed the lovers hed grown to hate.
They listened to his pain.
Bess watched a lonely new day dawn,
Her love had not come by noon.
Images burst from the tawny sunset,
Just before the rise of the moon.
When the road was a gypsys' ribbon,
Looping the purple moor,
The kings red coats came marching,
Up to the old inn door.
They said nothing to the landlord.
They drank his ale instead.
Through her window Tim could see,
As they bound Bess to her bed.
They rigged a musket to her side,
Aimed deep into her breast.
In the dark Tim broke apart,
But never did he protest.
Streached before her narrow casement,
Tim watched her watch the night.
Waiting for her loves approach,
The road west within her sight.
The soldiers watched there with her,
And heard as the wind did say,
"I'll come to thee by soft moon light,
Though hell should bar the way!"
Tlot tlot....Did they hear it?
For Tim had heard it well.
Tlot tlot in the darkness.
He saw Bess' bosom swell.
The soldiers took to thier priming.
Tim drew a proud mad breath.
Then her musket shattered the night,
And warned him with her death.
Shock threw back the insanity,
That lived there in the stables.
Like in his dreams he screamed and screamed,
The soldiers shook thier heads disabled.
Tlot tlot back into darkness.
The highwayman fled to the lightless wood.
He did not dare to show he cared,
He did not know who stood.
Unheard were the ostlers screams,
And the landlords mournful cries.
They slayed him in the very room,
Where his lovely daughter died.
They left tim the ostler nothing.
Not gold nor even a feast.
They let him scream and left unseen,
Marching back to the east.
Tim never looked for his hated love
He wailed on the stable floor.
There was no warning with the morning,
As the highwayman stepped through his door.
Now hollowed eyes of madness,
Met saddened eyes of rage.
The one Tim betrayed let him lay,
But did not let him age.
He was left to rot upon that spot,
And the highwayman buried his love in private.
He lay the father next to his daughter,
And cried in the morning quiet.
He knew her life was sacrificed,
For love and nothing less.
Like a beast he thundered east,
And never looked back toward the west.
He found the soldiers still on the road,
And inflicted what damage he could.
But they shot him down on that ground,
And left him in his own blood.
Yet still of a winters night they say,
When the wind is in the trees.
When the moon a ghostly galleon,
Tossed among cloudy seas.
When the road is a ribbon of moonlight,
Looping the purple moors,
A highwayman comes riding,
Up to the old inn doors.
Over the cobbles he clatters,
Into the dark innyard.
He taps with his whip on the shutters,
But all is locked and barred.
He wistles a tune to the window,
And who should be waiting there?
Tis Bess the landlords daughter,
Plaiting a crimson ribbon into long black hair.
And they say the stables are haunted.
By a ghost who is lost in madness.
Yet it seems that when he screams,
The howls are that of sadness

Christy Cole 2004

Christy:

I never even knew.

What is Haiku?

And I was born there.

In Japan.

Too.

Chuck in Houston proving that good-looks and poetic skills are not always to be found in the same package

Haiku is like a five word ..crap i don't know what the exact rules are but i do know it usually is the worst poetry ive ever heard.

Ill look up the definition

Ahh,

five syllables
seven syllables
five syllables

Example

Frog sunning on lily pad
as dragonfly darts by.
Thrapp!

Thats not petry..its..well.. crap

Bush Dodge Vietnam
The dead pile up everywhere

trust fund kid.

look its haiku!!!

Christy:

I've been trying to find this great old post I had from somewhere of Rumsfield as Haiku.

Chuck in Houston

OK, what I could find on the net for Rumsfield Haiku:

"As we know,

There are known knowns.

... But there are also unknown unknowns,

The ones we don't know we don't know."

http://www.spymac.com/forums/showthread.php?threadid=28129

Chuck in Houston

Christy:

Turns out it's Rumsfeld not Rumsfield. Also:

http://www.toyomasu.com/haiku/#whatishaiku

Anyway, I like yours better! I wonder what the real sin of Tim the Oestler was? I suppose jealousy.

Chuck in Houston

Lies make life complex(5)
Beauty is pure and simple(7?)
Lies cannot be so (5)

Chuck in Houston, admittedly no Rumsfeld

Christy:

You are right. Haiku is too constrained. Funny thing is, they make such dang good cars....

Chuck in Houston

Oh here's the Rumsfeld one:

from Chapter One: War is Peace: The Zen Master Poet

The Unknown

As we know,

There are known knowns.

There are things we know we know.

We also know

There are known unknowns.

That is to say

We know there are some things

We do not know.

But there are also unknown unknowns,

The ones we don't know we don't know.

Feb. 12, 2002, Department of Defense news briefing

Needless to Say

Needless to say,

The president is correct.

Whatever it was he said.

Feb. 28, 2003, Department of Defense briefing

Muscles

Abu Zubaydah.

He had holes in him.

And he had some infections.

And he was not in great shape,

And he obviously talked

When people asked him questions.

And he said this, that and the other thing.

Has he started to give any intelligence?

I would assume so,

But anything useful?

It's not clear yet.

And I don't know that I want

To get into daily reports on it.

But his health is improving.

Now why don't the rest of you people

Go do pushups like this guy?

Look at those muscles!

He's got muscles in places

I don't even have places.

Look at him!

April 1 2, 2002, stakeout at the Pentagon

http://php-web-hosting.us/stuff-0743255976.html

Chuck in Houston

Somehow, those Rumsfeld lines of attempted Haiku seem to me to be the best talking points that this current administration will be able to come up with when the spam hits the fan.

Chuck in Houston

One conservative leader suggested Bush could help bring together a Republican Party in "disarray" by nominating a conservative that Democrats would vehemently oppose.

"A fight I think would be helpful," said the leader, who spoke on the condition of anonymity. "What will bring people together is to have a common goal, and that would be the nomination of a conservative nominee."

But not all conservative activists were pleased that Miers chose not to stay and fight for her nomination.

"I am just very disappointed that it had to come to this," said Roberta Combs, president of the Christian Coalition of America. "I wish she would have stayed in. I don't think she deserved this."

Posted by: monkey at October 28, 2005 08:06 AM

Good to see you.

More Titles

(In French, but something like "Bush Touched in the Brain" and "Bush's Protective Harem")

from Andree, who says "Amen"

http://www.liberation.fr/page.php?Article=333109

http://www.liberation.fr/page.php?Article=329555

Posted by: monkey at October 28, 2005 08:06 AM

Yes, they would like a fight to bring them back together.

Their problem is that they will lose voters on future elections if they make it clear who they pick on Roe V Wade.

BUT..if they pick a wacko, I think it's time for progresives to start saying, "We're PROTECTING you, PROTECTING your RIGHTS, and PROTECTING your privacy from a deeply corrupt and out of control Republican party."

Posted by: DiAnne at October 28, 2005 09:07 AM

I got quite a chuckle out of the article about Bush's harem. How about this line?

"la Pitbull en escarpins".

Posted by: DiAnne at October 28, 2005 09:07 AM

I got quite a chuckle out of the article about Bush's harem. How about this line?

"la Pitbull en escarpins".

Woops, don't know how that happened because I didn't get an error message. Maybe I clicked on post twice instead of preview and post.