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Revealing a softer and more romantic side to her husband, Laura Bush shared with the world a poem G.W. wrote her while she was away in France. Inconceivably, she recited this at a literary festival.

“Dear Laura, Roses are red, Violets are blue, Oh my lump in the bed, How I’ve missed you. Roses are redder, Bluer am I, Seeing you kissed by that charming French guy. The dogs and the cat, they missed you too, Barney’s still mad you dropped him, he ate your shoe. The distance, my dear, has been such a barrier, Next time you want an adventure, just land on a carrier.”

I’m not sure what scares me more: that he wrote that drivel, or that she thought it was worthy of sharing. Perhaps she just wanted the empathy of women everywhere for being married to the dolt?

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Kudos to the Amish! (Holy sentences I never thought I’d construct Batman…)

It seems that in the wake of Isabel, many Amish farm families are at risk of losing their crops. Their bishops have granted them dispensation so that they can borrow local power farm equipment and tractors to get the crop in before it’s ruined. It’s nice to see religious leaders taking a practical approach when it’s clearly in the best interest of their followers. A few other leaders would do well to take note of that.