“Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York;
And all the clouds that lour’d upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths;
Our bruised arms hung up for monuments;
Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings,
Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.”
This winter is going to be long. And cold. And totally unforgiving. And not only in the North, LOL!
Batten down the hatches. We are in for one rough ride in the coming years. (Possibly, an entire Decade.)
Thanks........
The wooly worms this year are decked out and I mean all puffed up. There are acorns everywhere you step. Many people are commenting on it.
And it’s not yet even winter.
Meanwhile, the 0bamas are going to go whole hog in India. Maybe they’ll even have cow.
Oh, for the end of “Richard III”: “......my kingdom for a horse!”
I’ve been feeling like King Lear ever since the day Obama was sworn in as President.
There Once was A Commie from Kenya,
Who the Media made the King of Virgina,
With anger and spite-
He attacks all that is right-
and with the Medias’ help He will End-Ya.