What does one say when there is nothing left to say. The world's peoples strain at their bonds, O halalla, and thy wastrels sing harsh of thy strife. Ye who within thy own creation walketh and breatheth, yet who passeth beneath notice of the humblest peasant.

Our world again breaketh into two. Polarity strengthens, drives mass migrations of peoples homeward, if a home they have. You are with us, or you are against us, rails the self-anointed pundt. Soon the vilest bully dictator sees glory in embarking with vile shipmates intent on cutting us out of the future chapters of the book of this World. World War is soon upon us, in all the corners of the globe.

I see the dim outlines of the struggles to be borne by the grandchildren of those who now suckle upon thy mother's teat, in 2100 and hence, the U.S.A. an outpost, the ramparts of the European continent long fallen to the chains of a sinister Euro-Caliphate, proxy wars in South America pitting Latino Wahaabists against the infidel Gringo. And a brunette goddess with soft eyes whose voice will whisper, "peace."

Baruch atah adonai

Eloheinu melech ha'olam asher

Kid'shanu b'mitzvotavv'tzivanu

L'hadlik neir shel you hakippurim

This of course is a video capture of the beautiful girl who sits behind the desk on Donald Trump's show, The Apprentice. I wonder what kind of ordinary life she goes home to, perhaps with some kids, maybe a husband who works for the city. Who know. We just see an alluring glimpse of her each week on the show. We need to expand her role on the show, in my opinion. She looks at least as good as the rest of the suits on the girls' team so far. 

This iris graced our garden this spring. Sadly, the fall is upon us, and a chill is in the air. 

This may be a picture of the blogger. 

"Those who get along, get ahead!" --a quote from my dear wife, once again the wit, in response to watching "The Apprentice" this evening. It pays to be a regular guy, to project the appearance of getting along with one's allies and also with one's adversaries. Affability, in a word. On each season so far of this show there has been one individual who denigrated the "cattiness" or "cliquishness" of her partners, and didn't want to pretend to "make nice." But in our country, we like to see the guy in second place pat the back of the winner and say "good going, you're a great guy," and so on. These gals don't seem to get that.

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Finally got Windows XP on my 3-year old machine. Works like a dream--I had "learned to live with" daily crashes and multiple reboots. About the only real problem I had afterwards was that the fan ran too fast and noisy, which was solved by downloading a new fan driver from the manufacturer of my machine, Sony.

Warm nlght. Tomorrow is a solemn annlversary. We watched a movle tonlght called "Soul Plane," pretty lame but particularly so on the tenth of September.

My poor wife...let me sleep while she was getting the trash out to the curb. We are thinking of maKinG vegEtaRlAn GuMBO. thinking abouT BLACK bEaN SOUp.