The Pamphleteer

During colonial times in America, if you wanted to convince or inform people about some issue that you considered important, you went to the local printer and got some pamphlets printed. You then handed them out, read them to anybody that was interested, nailed them to the town bulletin board, or the nearest tree. The first amendment was specifically written to protect this type of activity and the writers or "pamphleteers".

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Sunday, September 26, 2004
 
I Am Thankful...

(From Gene, our correspondent in Washington Heights.)

I am thankful:

For the wife
who says it's hot dogs tonight,
because she is home with me,
and not out with someone else.

For the husband
who is on the sofa
being a couch potato,
because he is home with me
and not out at the bars.

For the teenager
who is complaining about doing dishes
because that means she is at home,
not on the streets.

For the taxes
that I pay
because it means that
I am employed.

For the mess
to clean after a party
because it means that I have
been surrounded by friends.

For the clothes
that fit a little too snug
because it means
I have enough to eat.

For my shadow
that watches me work
because it means I am out in the sunshine.

For a lawn
that needs mowing,
windows that need cleaning,
and gutters that need fixing
because it means I have a home.

For all the complaining
I hear about the government
because it means that
we have freedom of speech.

For the parking spot
I find at the far end of the parking lot
because it means I am capable of walking
and that I have been
blessed with transportation.

For my huge heating bill
because it means
I am warm.

For the lady
behind me that sings off key
because it means
that I can hear.

For the pile
of laundry and ironing
because it means
I have clothes to wear.

For weariness
and aching muscles
at the end of the day
because it means
I have been
capable of working hard.

For the alarm
that goes off
in the early morning hours
because it means that I am ! Alive.

And finally.....
for too much e-mail
because it means I have
friends who are thinking of me. --



posted by Patrick at Sunday, September 26, 2004

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