Archive | December 5, 2018

THE SPHINX—–WE NEED SOME EXCEPTIONALISM

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https://www.cbsnews.com/news/dog-food-recall-8-brands-toxic-levels-of-vitamin-d-fda-says/

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The Editor:   What kind of exceptionalism do we need, LL ?

https://www.breitbart.com/entertainment/2018/12/04/joy-behar-calls-meghan-mccain-entitled-bitch-threatens-to-quit-the-view/

Superior Cat:  I would settle for some people who strive for mediocrity.  Here are a few.

This bicyclist is exceptionally lucky.

https://www.upi.com/Odd_News/2018/11/29/Cyclists-near-miss-with-oncoming-train-caught-on-video/9571543513970/?sl=3

Google & Co.  might do an exceptional deed.

https://www.bloombergquint.com/technology/how-to-kill-mosquitoes-google-and-verily-have-a-plan#gs.6sEvV8s

The feds are still exceptional liars.

https://www.breitbart.com/politics/2018/11/25/experts-climate-change-assessment-every-conclusion-latest-government-report-false/

Early Craftsman tools are found in Algeria.

https://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/2018/11/30/24-million-year-old-tools-found-algeria-could-upend-human-origin/

Poem of the Day

I love this poem….I always send a copy to every young man who sends me an invitation to their  high school graduation…..and to many who do not.

-Sheila Tolley-

If—

Rudyard Kipling, 18651936

If you can keep your head when all about you
   Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
   But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
   Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating,
   And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
   If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
   And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
   Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
   And stoop and build ‘em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
   And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
   And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
   To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
   Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”;

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
   Or walk with kings—nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
   If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run—
   Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!