Archive for February, 2008


WFU 86, Duke 73

February 18, 2008



The War Prayer

February 12, 2008

“O Lord our God, help us tear their soldiers to bloody shreds with our shells; help us to cover their smiling fields with the pale forms of their patriot dead; help us to drown the thunder of the guns with the shrieks of their wounded, writhing in pain; help us to lay waste their humble homes with a hurricane of fire; help us to wring the hearts of their unoffending widows with unavailing grief; help us to turn them out roofless with their little children to wander unfriended the wastes of their desolated land in rags and hunger and thirst, sports of the sun flames of summer and the icy winds of winter, broken in spirit, worn with travail, imploring Thee for the refuge of the grave and denied it…”

Mark Twain


Welcome to the carnival…

February 7, 2008

“We have now the Attorney General of the United States telling Congress that it’s not against the law for the President to violate the law if his own Department of Justice says it’s not.”



Something Happening Here…

February 7, 2008

From Obama’s Web Site:


Consider also that, according to the Obama campaign, only 3 percent of his donors have given the maximum $2,300 donation for the primary.

This thing is bubbling up, folks….


One Big Effin’ Cat

February 5, 2008

I came across this article today in the Local paper about big cat sightings in southeastern NC.

My rule is not to comment publicly on religion, politics, or extinctions, lest I be thought a heretic, an eccentric, and a nutjob. But, having broken the first two tenets of that rule on occasion, I won’t be too hard on myself in this case if I venture an opinion on the continued existence of the Eastern Cougar in these parts.

Because I’ve seen one.


It crossed the road in front of my Civic one August day in 2003, in the middle of a pretty intense drought, as I was driving through the Big Swamp. (Yes, that’s it’s official title. It’s big, it’s a swamp…)

Anyway, aside from formally offering to sell my story to the highest bidder, I wanted to mention this in order to share a much more interesting anecdote about a possible cougar sighting within a few hundred yards of my parents’ house in the pine woods.

My cousin Chick built a very nice deer stand in the woods just behind the family blueberry patch a number of years ago, and for many years he would have some of his people from Georgia and South Carolina down to hunt on holidays.

I spent a good deal of time out there myself, during a period of prolonged unemployment a few years back. Once I spent a whole afternoon watching a beautiful dun-colored bobcat watching the corn pile.


Another morning, first light revealed a very large owl sitting on a pine limb about six feet from my perch in the stand, staring intently at the softer, more vulnerable parts of my face. owl.jpg

One day near Thanksgiving, Chick deposited a young relative and novice hunter from Georgia in the stand for the evening.

The story, as it was told to me, is that the young hunter saw a smallish buck wander into the cleared lane that stretches 150 years into the woods from the stand. He took aim, fired, and knocked the little buck down.

Dismounting the stand, he started off down the lane to collect the deer. He was about halfway up the lane when what he thought was another deer, of about the same size as the one he shot, stepped into the lane close to the dead animal. The hunter raised his rifle again, but instead of a deer in his scope, he saw what he would describe as a “bis-ass cat with a long tail.”

The cat, according to the story, clamped its jaws down on the deer’s neck and drug it out of the lane and into the dense woods.

The hunter did what any thinking outdoorsman would in such a situation. He abandoned his rifle on the spot, turned, and did not stop running until he made it to his vehicle.

Chick came and retrieved the rifle the next morning, and so far as I know his Georgia relative has not been hunting since.