Right Wing Nut House

I can’t begin to tell you all how overwhelmed with gratitude I am for the support so many of you have shown by donating to this website.

The response was astounding. I honestly didn’t know what to expect when I asked for donations. The dozens of you who responded so generously have allowed me a little breathing room in the bills department while building up some funds for the redesign of the site that I am planning for later this summer.

I have emailed my thanks to many of you and will try to send out more today. If I miss you somehow, please accept my personal thanks for showing your support.

As we head into this summer of discontent, where our enemies overseas and here at home will be redoubling their efforts to defeat the United States in Iraq and elsewhere, it is going to be up to all of us who care what happens to this country to stand firm and not allow the faint of heart, the misguided, and the “useful idiots” to triumph. To prevent that catastrophe, we must all stand together in solidarity with our troops and the Commander in Chief. I have a feeling he’s going to need our help now more than ever.

In closing, a poem of thanks by one of my favorite poets, Walt Whitman:

Thanks in old age–thanks ere I go,
For health, the midday sun, the impalpable air–for life, mere life,
For precious ever-lingering memories, (of you my mother dear–you, father–you, brothers, sisters, friends,)
For all my days–not those of peace alone–the days of war the same,
For gentle words, caresses, gifts from foreign lands,
For shelter, wine and meat–for sweet appreciation,
(You distant, dim unknown–or young or old–countless, unspecified,
readers belov’d,
We never met, and neer shall meet–and yet our souls embrace, long,
close and long;)
For beings, groups, love, deeds, words, books–for colors, forms,
For all the brave strong men–devoted, hardy men–who’ve forward
sprung in freedom’s help, all years, all lands
For braver, stronger, more devoted men–(a special laurel ere I go,
to life’s war’s chosen ones,
The cannoneers of song and thought–the great artillerists–the
foremost leaders, captains of the soul:)
As soldier from an ended war return’d–As traveler out of myriads,
to the long procession retrospective,
Thanks–joyful thanks!–a soldier’s, traveler’s thanks.