Posted on 09/01/2012 2:17:49 PM PDT by KansasGirl
CHARLOTTE, N.C. A torrential downpour that struck Charlotte Saturday afternoon damaged the Mount Rushmore-style sand sculpture bust of President Obama an ominous beginning to what many fear is a plagued convention.
Workers were trying Saturday afternoon to reform the base of the sculpture, built from sand brought in from Myrtle Beach, S.C., pounding and smoothing out the sand that had washed off the facade.
(Excerpt) Read more at p.washingtontimes.com ...
There’s a real giant chair about an hour and a half up I-85 in Thomasville, on the town square. Chair City is the nickname of Thomasville, a furniture manufacturing town, or it once was, prior to all the inane trade agreements that have really hurt the place.
Can’t make the stuff up! Hilarious!
Add rain to the list of words we can’t say now.
But I really hate for the 90 groups of protesters that are descending on on the DNC to get washed out. Actually - it would be quite entertaining for everyone to see that these folks will support Obama & all democRATS.
Much better resemblance of the real Obama.
It’s prophetic, I tell ya.
LOL
This calls for empty sand pails
20 And God spoke all these words, saying:
2 I am the Lord your God, who brought you out of the land of Egypt, out of the house of bondage.
3 You shall have no other gods before Me.
4 You shall not make for yourself a carved imageany likeness of anything that is in heaven above, or that is in the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth; 5 you shall not bow down to them nor serve them. For I, the Lord your God, am a jealous God, visiting the iniquity of the fathers upon the children to the third and fourth generations of those who hate Me, 6 but showing mercy to thousands, to those who love Me and keep My commandments.
Ozymandias
by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)
I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
Ears - bigger
Chair - emptier.
Looks like Zero is all washed up, uh-huh.
It doesn’t even look like Obama. Looks more like Goober from the Andy Griffith Show....
Love the sand telepromter!
Kudos to you - a perfect poem for this story... we need someone to super-impose it over the rain-damaged statue....
Is it too late? Can I say it, ‘cause no one else has, yet?
IT’S BOOOOSH’S FAULT!!! (sarc)
Perhaps a message? That is, if one is clever enough to read it.
A portent of things to come. KEEP PRAYING!!!!
http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/news/2925427/posts?page=284
responding to
http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/news/2925427/posts?page=207#207
G-d freeps.
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