I heard it on the TV,
So I know it must be true.
Louisiana’s number one
We’re happy, me and you!
Our governor is brilliant,
His intellect is grand.
But we don’t need no Ivy League-
We got a Grambling band.
Highest unemployment,
Lowest Leap Test scores;
But you won’t hear our neighbors gripe-
They’re at the Wal-Mart store.
Our leaders are so famous-
They steal and cheat and lie.
We just keep electing them-
While eatin’ pecan pie.
When you’ve got no standards,
When you grow up poor,
You love the sound of mailman knocking-
Gubment check is at the door!
Our lawyers and our judges
Protect us with their code.
If you co-sign on their loans,
You’ll hit the mother-lode!
Oil and gas might kill us-
Casinos make us broke.
We’ll just drink and Beaujolais
And take another toke.
So keep your higher standards-
And keep your equal pay;
The Bible Belt will save us-
Sacred babies lead the way.
We’re thankful for our happiness,
We’re glad Katrina came.
She blew away the poor folk,
The devil, he’s to blame.
Teachers, social workers,
The clergy and the cops-
So happy with their low, low wage,
Resort to pushing mops.
But we in Louisiana,
We embrace all of this.
Keep us fat and dumb and poor,
For ignorance is bliss.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Monday, December 21, 2009
My Sanctified Range Rover
I have a little cross
It's here for all to see;
It dangles from my mirror,
And sets my conscience free.
When I feel the chill
Of a cold December wind,
I focus on my little cross-
Thank God, I'm not like them.
They shiver at the bus stop,
They work low-level jobs;
But I've been blessed with college-
My license lets me rob.
The work I do is legal
So no one can complain-
My little cross reminds me
I need not be ashamed.
My passion is the poor-
I bind them in red tape.
Law partners call it 'counsel;'
But clients call it rape.
I make a filthy fortune
When my friends divorce.
My cross absolves me of my guilt-
I never feel remorse.
If Jesus wore a nicer suit
And drove an S.U.V.,
There'd really be no difference
Between my Christ and me.
The poor will always have their debt;
The rich will always wed.
I'm thankful that they pay me well-
I'd have to sue instead.
So when I leave my office
So very late at night,
And drive to my McMansion
To my children and my wife,
I thank the Lord and praise Him
For my law degree.
I know my little dashboard cross
Will hide my sins from Thee.
It's here for all to see;
It dangles from my mirror,
And sets my conscience free.
When I feel the chill
Of a cold December wind,
I focus on my little cross-
Thank God, I'm not like them.
They shiver at the bus stop,
They work low-level jobs;
But I've been blessed with college-
My license lets me rob.
The work I do is legal
So no one can complain-
My little cross reminds me
I need not be ashamed.
My passion is the poor-
I bind them in red tape.
Law partners call it 'counsel;'
But clients call it rape.
I make a filthy fortune
When my friends divorce.
My cross absolves me of my guilt-
I never feel remorse.
If Jesus wore a nicer suit
And drove an S.U.V.,
There'd really be no difference
Between my Christ and me.
The poor will always have their debt;
The rich will always wed.
I'm thankful that they pay me well-
I'd have to sue instead.
So when I leave my office
So very late at night,
And drive to my McMansion
To my children and my wife,
I thank the Lord and praise Him
For my law degree.
I know my little dashboard cross
Will hide my sins from Thee.
Saturday, December 19, 2009
A Poem for Woody, Pete, and All the Good Ol' Boys at the Courthouse
I think I'll buy myself a judge.
Yeah - that'll teach her...show her who's boss.
He's just a kid - he'll never know about all this.
He's just a kid.
I'll shut him up with toys and ballgames and expensive summer vacations.
But her - SHE'S the one who screwed everything up.
She rejected me - she walked away after he was born.
She needed me, dammit!
I told her over and over, but she wouldn't listen.
She's just getting what's coming to her -
Like my Mom, when Dad left with me.
Look at him now - living in that trailer park on the Mexican border.
Women in and out of his life all these years
While Mom worked at the Wal-Mart.
He sure made her struggle...you've got to make 'em pay.
Yeah, he taught me how to be a real man.
Don't make a baby with me
And think you're just gonna walk away and have a life!
You stupid woman!
Look at the one I've got now!
Two kids later, and she's obsessed with the gym and can't stop shopping.
She knew a good thing when she saw it -
All it takes is a Range Rover and a meal ticket to keep her satisfied.
Throw in a little religious talk,
And she feels too guilty to leave me.
Stupid b*itch - I pardon a few indiscretions and she thinks she owes me for forgiving her!
HA! And I just keep nailing my office staff - stupid girls...
They keep me from getting bored with her constant complaining and her drinking.
She sees what'll happen if she tries to leave me.
Yeah, I'll buy me a judge.
That'll make me a real man.
Yeah - that'll teach her...show her who's boss.
He's just a kid - he'll never know about all this.
He's just a kid.
I'll shut him up with toys and ballgames and expensive summer vacations.
But her - SHE'S the one who screwed everything up.
She rejected me - she walked away after he was born.
She needed me, dammit!
I told her over and over, but she wouldn't listen.
She's just getting what's coming to her -
Like my Mom, when Dad left with me.
Look at him now - living in that trailer park on the Mexican border.
Women in and out of his life all these years
While Mom worked at the Wal-Mart.
He sure made her struggle...you've got to make 'em pay.
Yeah, he taught me how to be a real man.
Don't make a baby with me
And think you're just gonna walk away and have a life!
You stupid woman!
Look at the one I've got now!
Two kids later, and she's obsessed with the gym and can't stop shopping.
She knew a good thing when she saw it -
All it takes is a Range Rover and a meal ticket to keep her satisfied.
Throw in a little religious talk,
And she feels too guilty to leave me.
Stupid b*itch - I pardon a few indiscretions and she thinks she owes me for forgiving her!
HA! And I just keep nailing my office staff - stupid girls...
They keep me from getting bored with her constant complaining and her drinking.
She sees what'll happen if she tries to leave me.
Yeah, I'll buy me a judge.
That'll make me a real man.
Monday, December 14, 2009
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Diagnosis
by Sharon Olds
By the time I was six months old, she knew something was wrong with me.
I got looks on my face she had not seen on any child
in the family, or the extended family,
or the neighborhood.
My mother took me in to the pediatrician with the kind hands,
a doctor with a name like a suit size for a wheel: Hub Long.
My mom did not tell him what she thought in truth, that I was Possessed.
It was just these strange looks on my face—
he held me, and conversed with me,
chatting as one does with a baby,
and my mother said, She’s doing it now! Look!
She’s doing it now! and the doctor said,
What your daughter has is called a sense of humor.
Ohhh, she said, and took me back to the house where that sense would be tested and found to be incurable.
"Diagnosis" by Sharon Olds, from One Secret Thing. © Random House, Inc., 2009.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Friday, November 6, 2009
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Poem II (untitled)
How she must feel –
Knowing the love of another
Yet having to come home to you.
You, with your callous tongue
And heartless affection;
She knows momentary affection
And counts it as love
And escape.
She drinks
So she’ll sleep.
The girls will come to her rescue
When she needs to forget,
And laugh.
She won’t leave you –
Who would dare?
Your arms are cold and clinging
Tight and emotionless.
Love is a contract, not a goal.
Paid to negotiate during the day,
You negotiate at night, too.
It’s always your way.
Should she decide to speak
You’ll remind her of the other one –
The one who is still paying
For not loving you.
An investment with no returns
Is unacceptable
To you.
Knowing the love of another
Yet having to come home to you.
You, with your callous tongue
And heartless affection;
She knows momentary affection
And counts it as love
And escape.
She drinks
So she’ll sleep.
The girls will come to her rescue
When she needs to forget,
And laugh.
She won’t leave you –
Who would dare?
Your arms are cold and clinging
Tight and emotionless.
Love is a contract, not a goal.
Paid to negotiate during the day,
You negotiate at night, too.
It’s always your way.
Should she decide to speak
You’ll remind her of the other one –
The one who is still paying
For not loving you.
An investment with no returns
Is unacceptable
To you.
Poem (untitled)
Remember when you loved me?
You tore my heart and made me cry.
Who knew we would never be ‘you and i?’
Back when I dreamed of your lips,
You held another, and only loved me
For my eyes, my hands and hips.
The benefit of the doubt was your standard excuse.
I’d beg and cry – why won’t you
Turn me loose?
Holding me in arms that were cold,
You told
Me I would never love another like you.
True.
When you learned that I no longer wanted you,
You protested so much.
I thought it was love,
But you had no such
Sentiment.
How it must feel to have empty arms now.
How you must feel, knowing that I learned how
To be
Joyful and healthy and free.
Occasionally, you inject yourself into my life.
Out of the blue,
There comes you.
A forgotten sin – a forgiven lie.
I will go to sleep until you subside.
You tore my heart and made me cry.
Who knew we would never be ‘you and i?’
Back when I dreamed of your lips,
You held another, and only loved me
For my eyes, my hands and hips.
The benefit of the doubt was your standard excuse.
I’d beg and cry – why won’t you
Turn me loose?
Holding me in arms that were cold,
You told
Me I would never love another like you.
True.
When you learned that I no longer wanted you,
You protested so much.
I thought it was love,
But you had no such
Sentiment.
How it must feel to have empty arms now.
How you must feel, knowing that I learned how
To be
Joyful and healthy and free.
Occasionally, you inject yourself into my life.
Out of the blue,
There comes you.
A forgotten sin – a forgiven lie.
I will go to sleep until you subside.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
FUMC volunteers in front of the new Cummings home in Allendale
Thanks to all the churches, volunteers and donors who contributed to this new Fuller Center home! Happy Make A Difference Day!
Monday, October 19, 2009
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Monday, October 5, 2009
detail of one of Cunningham's works @ Meadows Museum of Art/Centenary College
detail of one of Cunningham's works @ Meadows Museum of Art/Centenary College, originally uploaded by debchrisjoseph.
Image: Joseph Kammer
detail of one of Cunningham's works @ Meadows Museum of Art/Centenary College
detail of one of Cunningham's works @ Meadows Museum of Art/Centenary College, originally uploaded by debchrisjoseph.
Image: Joseph Kammer
detail of one of Cunningham's works @ Meadows Museum of Art/Centenary College
detail of one of Cunningham's works @ Meadows Museum of Art/Centenary College, originally uploaded by debchrisjoseph.
Image: Joseph Kammer
detail of one of Cunningham's works @ Meadows Museum of Art/Centenary College
detail of one of Cunningham's works @ Meadows Museum of Art/Centenary College, originally uploaded by debchrisjoseph.
Image: Joseph Kammer
detail of one of Cunningham's works @ Meadows Museum of Art/Centenary College
detail of one of Cunningham's works @ Meadows Museum of Art/Centenary College, originally uploaded by debchrisjoseph.
Image: Joseph Kammer
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Debbie Engle, Alan Dyson, Frances Fontaine, Shreveport
Two of my favorite people!
Photo: Robert Trudeau
Saturday, October 3, 2009
ATTENTION: ALL WOMEN ARTISTS!
November 8, 2009 - Robinson Film Center, Shreveport, LA
Screening of the documentary Who Does She Think She Is.
It's "about women artists, and we're going to have a live, virtual Q&A with the artists from the film - simulcast from a big screening in New York City - after ...the screening," per Chris Jay, Director of Marketing & Programming at the RFC.
Be there, and leave your stupid make-up at home.
Dress comfortably.
And if your ex - like mine - has used your art against you in a custody battle, smile politely while giving him a free ticket to this film!
Preview here - http://www.whodoesshethinksheis.net/
Monday, September 28, 2009
Louisiana Organization for Judicial Excellence
http://www.loje.org/problem.php
I wonder if they could help me bring Joseph back home?
It's probably hard to prosecute a judge who, because he was under investigation, abruptly quit his job.
Woody Nesbitt = Sarah Palin with no hair.
(Please see notes in the sidebar to the right!)
I wonder if they could help me bring Joseph back home?
It's probably hard to prosecute a judge who, because he was under investigation, abruptly quit his job.
Woody Nesbitt = Sarah Palin with no hair.
(Please see notes in the sidebar to the right!)
NEWSFLASH!
My ex's attorney (Ron Miciotto), and the judge (Woodrow Nesbitt) who took away my son, are now law partners!
What a nifty coincidence!
See for yourself:
http://maps.google.com/maps?hl=en&source=hp&um=1&ie=UTF-8&q=woody+nesbitt+attorney&fb=1&gl=us&hq=woody+nesbitt+attorney&hnear=Shreveport,+LA&view=text&ei=2NHASt7aKoff8QbYkdC4AQ&sa=X&oi=local_group&ct=more-results&resnum=4
and
http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&source=s_q&abauth=11ead829%3A3L4pjQIhipcNe436W5wGTGON9_U&view=text&hl=en&gl=us&q=ron+miciotto+attorney
Didn't I also read that Miciotto co-signed on Nesbitt's judicial campaign loan?
What a nifty coincidence!
See for yourself:
http://maps.google.com/maps?hl=en&source=hp&um=1&ie=UTF-8&q=woody+nesbitt+attorney&fb=1&gl=us&hq=woody+nesbitt+attorney&hnear=Shreveport,+LA&view=text&ei=2NHASt7aKoff8QbYkdC4AQ&sa=X&oi=local_group&ct=more-results&resnum=4
and
http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&source=s_q&abauth=11ead829%3A3L4pjQIhipcNe436W5wGTGON9_U&view=text&hl=en&gl=us&q=ron+miciotto+attorney
Didn't I also read that Miciotto co-signed on Nesbitt's judicial campaign loan?
Friday, September 25, 2009
Sunday, September 20, 2009
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