Easter Sunday Night Thoughts

Somewhat gloomy and humid day today, on Easter Sunday. Tornadoes came through the midwest last night, hitting Beatrice, Nebraska and Lenox, Iowa. It is supposed to rain in Iowa on Monday. I caught up on some sleep last night, and piddled around much of today. Gas prices keep going up and up and will probably get to 3 bucks a gallon soon. Drudge was ranting on his website and on the radio tonight about the CEO of Exxon getting a retirement package of 450 million, and gas prices going up on Easter Sunday. Nejad is still ranting about destroying Israel, and Matthews and his liberal crew tonight are holding that there is nothing we can do about Iran. While searching through some blogs I found a mention of something Hitler had in '37 called the Hossbach Conference in which he gave his head generals his plans for conquering Europe and getting rid of everybody not aryan in order to achieve lebensraum. The idea from the blogs seems to be that if some leader says he is going to smash his enemies you should take him seriously. I read some stuff in McClure's old book on Abe Lincoln on Lincoln and how he dealt with Stanton, who had the whole Union Army officer crew hating him. Some similarity to Rumsfeld and the generals who want to get rid of him.

This is the birthdays of Sylvia Plathe (who would have been 74) and Nikita Krushchev(who would have been 112.) There are still some people in San Francisco, who were got together for a party, who were old enough to remember the 1906 earthquake (including one lady who is 108.)

A bad tornado last Thursday night came through Iowa City and did a job on the University of Iowa area, smashing a big church and a lot of student housing, as well as a lot of businesses around campus town.

I have been spending Easter week reading the gospels, the book of Acts, and Paul's letters to Timothy and Titus. Acts is much more interesting than I thought it would be, and 1st Timothy has some interesting stuff Paul wrote on Money. I have been using the Jerusalem Bible translation, which I have to read with my fingers crossed, but the translation does make Paul jump off the page and become a real human being, more than the King James version does.

This is going to be all for right now. It is time for bed. So, Di di mau.