"As they passed the rows of houses they saw through the open doors that men were sweeping and dusting and washing dishes, while the women sat around in groups, gossiping and laughing.
"What has happened?" the Scarecrow asked a sad-looking man with a bushy beard, who wore an apron and was wheeling a baby-carriage along the sidewalk.
"Why, we've had a revolution, your Majesty -- as you ought to know very well," replied the man; "and since you went away the women have been running things to suit themselves. I'm glad you have decided to come back and restore order, for doing housework and minding the children is wearing out the strength of every man in the Emerald City."
"Hm!" said the Scarecrow, thoughtfully. "If it is such hard work as you say, how did the women manage it so easily?"
"I really do not know," replied the man, with a deep sigh. "Perhaps the women are made of cast-iron.""
- L. Frank Baum, "The Land of Oz"
Saturday, November 15, 2008
“An idol is worshipping anything that ought to be used, or using anything that ought to be worshipped."
- Augustine
[H/T - BHT]

I return after two years only to find the same coma-inducing blather. No fun. No glamour. No snap, no bling. Just banal excrement that will get you nowhere in this world.
Pay me a visit if you would like that to change, my dears. I have returned stronger than ever.
Your friend until The End,
PrinceB