Monday, July 02, 2007

Ribs, Pie, And Independence

I am so wiped out from the big family cookout my brother threw yesterday. I am happy to report, however; None of us died during the debauchery. My brother put out a most excellent spread and my son had a great time making fun of all of his uncles. I think it was welcome break from spending his time making fun of me.
While we had a great it seems that President Bush and Vladimir Putin had a better time partying it up in Kennebunkport.


They went on a boat ride with Dubya’s dad, and just kinda hung out. I wish I could have been there to hear some of the conversation. I can hear Bush saying, “Yo, Putin, let’s get our feed bags on and choke down some ribs and tater salad. Hey Jenna, put some clothes on and bring the bar cart out to the backyard. Whadda ya mean you drank all of the vodka? Dang it Jenna…check my underwear drawer there should be a bottle of Stoli in there.”

I heard that President Putin brought flowers for Laura and was looking at her like a Russian Blue eyeing a can of tuna. Most reporters said that it was all very friendly, but I think old Vlad was trying to get a piece of Pie Alamo.

Anyway, I am going to be working on several star-spangled entires for the the big 4th of July celebration. Tuesday and Wednesday I hope to offer some, insight on our country, some funny observations, and maybe an Inky and Lola perspective on our nation’s birthday.

While I am working on that, I offer you a poem written by my dad (rest his soul) to help capture the mood surrounding our nation’s quest for Independence…

The Voice of the Revolution

Richmond’s streets were cold and bare
But signs of Spring were in the air.

Like Christians from the Catacombs
Patriots stole past Tory homes.

To St. John’s Church in stealth they came
Risking death and a traitor’s name.

Once safe inside they paused to pray
That freedom’s torch would light their way.

The roll was called, the minutes read
Approved and entered as were said.

Each cautious vote was meekly cast
When Patrick Henry stood at last.

Then like a monk before his God
His voice in measured cadence trod.

The oak floor shook beneath his rage
The Bible trembled page by page.

He crossed his wrists, despair implied
“Our chains are forged”, he harshly cried.

He spoke of liberty and death
And murmurs rose with every breath.

Then undismayed by thoughts of fear
The Yankee crowd began to cheer.

The shouts burst forth like tamarind
And Henry’s words were on the wind…

In Williamsburg, where all was still
Lord Dunmore felt a sudden chill.

He shuddered as he stirred the fire,
And saw a raging fun’ral pyre.

A musket shot, a distant bell,
And muffled hoof beats broke the spell.

Reluctantly, he grabbed his sword,
And took his pistol from the board.

Sadly, he knew, but could not say,
That England’s fate was sealed that day. © 1981 JJM

Until next time, Cheers!!

55 comments:

Vinny "Bond" Marini said...

WOw..great poem by dad Matt-Man... great job....thanks for sharing it....

psssst Bush forgot, he moved the vodka to the garage behind the recycled oil cans

Schmoop said...

Thanks Bond...Of course he forgot, he was drunk!! Cheers V-Man.

Julie said...

Wonderful piece from your Dad. I hope he wrote others and they are under safe keeping.

Now about the son.....oh that picture! Ewwww!

Happy Monday dear.

Anonymous said...

Of course you had fun at the BBQ! The poem was super. Thanks for sharing it with us! Picture=YUCK!

Schmoop said...

Julie: Thanks Julie he had two books of poems published so yeah they are still around. The pic? Bush is just seeing Vlad's soul.

Metalmom: It was a damnn good time indeed. The disturbing picture and the well written poem balance the post out. Or something like that. Cheers!!

Anndi said...

Once I got past the near permanent corneal damage caused by that photograph I must say... your father was a wonderful talent. Beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing more of his work with us.

Oh yeah.. glad you didn't die... really!

Odat said...

I'm sorry you didn't have as good time as Dubya. But I'bet you didn't play any games naked!!!

Wow...to the poem!

Peace

Gattina said...

The poeme is good, lol ! but Bush's head doesn't fit on a playboy body his should be more pig like a bit fatter !

Schmoop said...

Anndi: Hopefully the damage is temporary. And thanks, Dad was a pretty good writer, and a funny, funny man.

Odat: Oh there was a naked family ritual that took place involving pine cones and mustard greens, but that is all that I can reveal. Cheers!!

Gattina: Thanks for the comment, but please, quit disparaging pigs. Cheers!!

Marilyn said...

Quite the picture there...

Thank you for the poem.

Schmoop said...

It captures the essence of how International Relations should be handled, and Thanks!! Cheers...

Deb said...

Dubya's one hot fella! ;) A feed bag! I sometimes feel like putting one of those puppies on when I go to my mother's huge Sunday 2:30 in the afternoon Italian dinners. And they wonder why I can't shed a few pounds! Geez!

Hope you're doing great!!!

Cheers to you!

Schmoop said...

Deb: Dubya is the Adonis of politics. Shedding a few pounds versus a big Italian dinner? Screw it, pass the lasagna and the veal marsala...I hope the book is going well and I will be passing by your site soon. Cheers!!

Cinnamon Girl said...

Jesus Matt I feel dirtied having looked at the nekkid twister picture :P

That poem was lovely. Your dad had a obvious flair for words. I can see you come by it genetically!

Schmoop said...

Starrlight: Just go rub yourself down with Clorox and a pad of steel wool, it helped me. Yeah my dad loved the English language, and he has passed it on to me, and I have passed it on to my son. I hope you are well. Cheers!!

The Boy said...

As a loyal subject of her Majesty the Queen I must solomnly object to the poem.

OK, maybe not, its all history. Putin and Bush on a boat together. Shame it didn't sink.

Unknown said...

Amazing poem! Thanks so much for sharing your dad´s thoughts, Matty.

But... the picture... made me scream out loud. TG it wasn´t a Twister-picture!

Schmoop said...

Boy: Well if King George had let the Americans drink their tea at a reasonable price we wouldnt be having this discussion!! And yes if the boat had sunk Dubya would have been all wet twice over. Cheers!!

Schmoop said...

Sanni: Thanks for the kind words. I only wish the picture would have included a naked Chancellor Merkel...Creepy!! Cheers...

Cinnamon Girl said...

Clorox and steel wool? Youchies Matt!

Anonymous said...

what a great poem!! and a great post. Happy MM.

Schmoop said...

Starrlight: Disturbing pictures such as that sometimes take extreme measures to remove the effects. I'd be happy to scrub you down myself if that would help.

Tegdirb: Thanks and thanks for stopping. Happy MM to you and Cheers!!

Liz Hill said...

I was gonna leave a comment but i have to --ulp--oh god--

Durward Discussion said...

That is an excellent poem. What is interesting and probably still applicable about the American public. At the time of the revolution, about 30% favored indepence, about 30% opposed it, and the rest were too busy doing other things to pay attention until they had too when it landed on their doorstep.

Schmoop said...

TB: I apologize and hope you didnt get any on your chin dear.

Jamie: My dad appreciates it Jamie. And yes, it is applicable. I forget who it was Adams, Jefferson, founding father? He actually thought of the Revolution as more of a civil war. Cheers!!

Desert Songbird said...

See? This is what happens when I sleep in - there are 25 comments ahead of mine! Sigh.

I'm so glad Ryno is firmly ensconced in and has definitively staked a claim in the clan. Sounds as if there is no denying whose son he is!

Your dad certainly did pass on his genes not only to you but to Ryno as well. Thanks so much for sharing your father again. It's always a special treat.

Schmoop said...

Even if you were the last person to comment, you are always first in my heart.(man, I suck up well) Yeah Ryno, loves everyone...uncle, aunt, cousin from both sides of the family. He's pretty damn cool. Thanks for the shout out to my dad he was pretty cool as well. Cheers Ba-bay.

Desert Songbird said...

Suck up all you want, baby. I could use the adulation!

Schmoop said...

Songbird I am typing this while on my knees just for you. Waving arms, "Oh Mighty Songbird"...Would you like me to fan you? Cheers.

Desert Songbird said...

As long as you keep my lemonade glass filled (and you know what I mean), you can come up off your knees. The fans, however, must remain.

Cheers!

Schmoop said...

One Lemonade and Stoli coming up my dear!!

Lizza said...

That pic is just crazy, Matt! I love the sound of the cookout though. Major pigging out time.

Glad your dad's writing is immortalized. Thanks for sharing!

Schmoop said...

Lizza: Oh yes, we gorged ourselves on chicken, burgers, brat, and ribs. Liked your post today quite a bit. Cheers, you Spanish, English, Tagalog speaking, beer drinking vixen!!

Unknown said...

Christ almighty, I never seem to get here before there are at least 2 dozen other comments. What do I have to do? Wake up at 4:30 in the morning to beat the stampede?

Fantastic poem, by the way... I am working on my 4th of July post as I write this.

Schmoop said...

Thanks Allie....I am awaiting your July 4th post with baited breath...and edible underwear by the way.

katherine. said...

yeah...the picture was tweaked...but the poem touching...what a nice legacy from your Dad.

Schmoop said...

Thanks Katherine, and thanks for stopping by!! Cheers...

Cinnamon Girl said...

Spoon full of sugar method, eh, Matt?

Schmoop said...

I am pretty sweet ; ) Cheers...

Sparky Duck said...

Nice Matt Man, there are few things like dig into the way way back brain for Patrick Henry!

Anonymous said...

I love eating dead farm animals.

'Nuff said.

Badway.

jillie said...

Twister will never be the same for me again....lol!!!

What a great poem written by your dad.

I am sure you missed having your son taunting you just a little bit right? I can see the apple doesn't fall far from the tree...haha

cheers to ya!

Travis Cody said...

That poem is amazing. Wow.

But that photo is way too scary.

Anonymous said...

Are they playing strip-Risk? I know it's one of my favorite game-night choices!

Schmoop said...

Sparky: In between infantile jokes and quips I like to work a little history into my posts.

Nick: You're a good man. Hope the vacation was good.

Jillie: Much like his father he is a lovable sarcastic smartass. Cheers!!

Travis: Yin and Yang in all things.

Steven: HA!! That's exactly what I thought it looked like too. Cheers...

none said...

Vodka..bad memories or lack thereof.

Great poem!

Schmoop said...

Vodka just sneaks up on a person. Thanks Hammer.

Lisa Ryan said...

great poem by your dad. :-)

Schmoop said...

Thank Ya Lisa!!

Angell said...

Well, one positive thing I can say about Dubya is he knows how to party. And I'm sure in the interest of foreign relations, Laura would have been happy to, um, entertain Putin.

Great poem by dad. Thanks for sharing that with us.

Schmoop said...

Ewwwww. Even being Russian how could you wish that upon him? My dad thanks you. Cheers !!

Mo and The Purries said...

I'm still chuckling about Pie Alamo...
:)

Schmoop said...

Thank God, Someone FINALLY got it. Thanks Mo!!

pissed off patricia said...

I think Putin just made the trip and visit with bush for laughs. Kind of like visiting the beverly hillbillies.

Schmoop said...

I think he heard they had a pool Patricia.