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Politics : PRESIDENT GEORGE W. BUSH -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Bill who wrote (703023)	9/21/2005 4:11:34 PM
From: Sedohr Nod	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 769670

Maybe so, but it would take a modern day Hercules just to keep the spending flat....Congress makes little pretense at actual management. Any one know of any actual cuts in the budget? Would love to hear about just one.

To: Bill who wrote (703023)	9/21/2005 4:35:16 PM
From: BEEF JERKEY	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 769670

"I could run this country on one-third of the federal budget and 95% of the people in the country would never know the difference" What a load of manure. That’s the myth that fuels the reckless tax cuts. Even Tom Delay just said he cannot find any more fat to trim. Sure - you could cut expenses. Get rid of highway repair, get rid of Medicaid take police of the streets and let the prisoners out of the prisons. Oh a good one that does have fat is the Pentagon budget. The US does not need a military 50 times the size of the world’s next biggest military spender. Little bang for your buck there.

To: Bill who wrote (703023)	9/21/2005 5:02:53 PM
From: GROUND ZERO™	Respond to of 769670

GALVESTON FLOOD It was a September evening when the sky was dark and grey Raging wind and water battled Hell in its sway The rich folk in the mansions and the poor ones in the dell Were swept into eternity the story left to tell. Wasn't that a mighty time Wasn't that a mighty time that evening Wasn't that a mighty time When the storm winds struck our town The men left home that morning with hearts cheerful and bright With hopes of home returning, but their hopes weren't raised that night They kissed their wives that morning ands their little ones so dear, And the skies were cloudy that morning, but no other grief or care. It was a September evening when the storm clouds struck our town, It seemed like God up in the Heavens above looked down at us and frowned. The town was all in a motion, the men with hearts so brave, Prayed to God to have mercy their helpless lives to save. There's an engineer and a fireman, engineer had a heart so brave, He thought about his wife and his little child and their helpless lives to save. Says Jack, the tide is rising and we must get across, So they drove the train on over and both those men were lost. It was a September evening when the storm was a raging wild, I saw a woman clinging, Lord, to her husband and her child. The man he battled faithful their helpless lives to save, But they soon were beneath that rolling tide, They had met a watery grave. Well they had a sea wall at Galveston to hold those waters down, But the high tide from the ocean, Lord, put water onto the town. The trumpets gave them warning, they had better quit that place, But they weren't meant to leave their homes till death stared them in the face. Now the year was nineteen and hundred, just sixteen years ago Death throwed a stone at my mother, Lord, and with death she had to go. The cruel sea was a raging and the ships they could not land I heard a captain crying, Lord, won't you save this dying man. Now death, the cruel master, when the winds began to blow Came down on a train of horses, I cried, Death won't you let me go. The town was all in a motion and the houses gave away And the people they strived and drowned, Lord, they died most every way. Now the storm was over next morning and when the waters backward rolled, A thousand souls were drowned, Lord, What a sight it was to behold. You can talk about your Brazos and your Johnstown flood of old, But the story of the Galveston flood will never, ever be told. (author unknown) GZ