Reader poll: Who left the best comment?
Yesterday's Buck-a-Hit Day was a nice success, and as a group we're going to give more than $8,700 to Oregon charities as a result. But there's one bit of unfinished business: We have yet to designate where $250 of the charity donations will be going. That decision will be made by whoever wins our contest as author of the best comment posted here yesterday. And the judges in that contest are you.
We never said what "best" was supposed to mean, and so you can vote based on any criteria, or none at all. But I must say, in the many years we've been doing this, this is the strongest batch of contestants we've ever had. Here they are, in chronological order:
1. portland native:
Let us all work in the coming year to replace war with peace, sadness with joy, and despair with hope.
2. PJB:
Let us all work in the coming year to get the Welches conman at least as far as Brightwood; to help Fireman Randy find a better venue for his new, ever-flexing muscle; and to let Little Lord Paulson, daylight's dauphin, at least build a winning entry for Sand in the City.
3.. expop:
Buck a Hit Day...I'd hit that.
4. laurelann:
Twas the night before Christmas and all through Puddletown
Not a creature was stirring, no police beatdown
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that Fireman Randy would soon be there.
Sam and Nick were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of streetcars and trams danced in their heads
And Vera in her kerchief and Paulson in his cap
Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter
Paulson sprang from his sleep to see what was the matter
Away to the window he flew like a flash
To see if his empire had come down in a crash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave luster and meaning to all that he owned
When what to his rich eyes should appear
But a miniature fire truck and eight tiny reindeer
With a muscular driver—he’d given up candy
Paulson knew in a moment, it must be Randy
More rapid than WES, his courses they came
And he whistled and shouted and called them by name.
Now Amanda! Now Dan! Now Kenneth and Anna!
On Aaron! On Tye! On Stuart and Sara!
To the top of the Tower, to the top of Pill Hill!
Now dash away! Dash away! We have bids to fill!
As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky
So to the South Waterfront they flew
With the sleigh full of bids, and Fireman Randy, too.
Then in a twinkling Paulson heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof
As he drew in his head and was turning around
Down the chimney came Randy—he’d lost some pounds.
He was dressed all in fur that he got from Ms. Storm
And his clothes were all baggy—didn’t fit on his form
A bundle of bids he had flung on his back
He looked very tired, must be all of that flack.
His eyes, how they squinted! His head was so bald.
Lord Paulson was scared, he was simply appalled
His droll little mouth was drawn straight as an arrow
Above his lip, a mustache quite narrow.
A long-handled fire axe he held in his hand
And the fire it reflected made him look nicely tanned
He had a broad face and had lost his round belly
He fought the school fire, and saved some lunchroom jelly.
He was skinny and thin, not at all his old self.
Paulson then winked when he saw him—his special elf.
Randy spoke not a word and dallied with his work
He filled all the bids, even for those who were jerks
He gave the thumbs up for all projects proposed
And giving nod, up the chimney he rose.
He sprang to his truck, to his staff gave a whistle
And away they flew like a streetcar missile
But Paulson heard him exclaim ‘ere he drove out of sight
Happy Christmas to all
Remember, I’m always right!
5. LucsAdvo:
Hark the city minions sing
Here is Sam, the council's king
Peace on the streets and cops be mild
Let the union finally stiffle their wild
Joyful all ye citizens arise
Look at that tram over SoWat's skies
While the developers proclaim
Randy is here in our domain
Hark the city dwellers sing
When can we elect a new king?
6. Linda Kruschke:
"Agape" is a greek term that refers to the kind of love that God has for us and is what I mean by love as an action verb.
Agape is a kind of love that is about giving, not about getting. God showed us what agape is by His incarnation as Jesus Christ that we celebrate at Christmas. Agape is not just a feeling, it is what God is. He acts towards us in the way that He does not because of how He feels about us, but because of who He is; because He chooses to love us with an agape love.
Each day we need to make a conscious effort to incorporate agape love into our interactions with those around us. Who is God calling you to love today? Don’t feel like it? As Nike would say, “Just do it.” After all, love as an action verb can be a blessing to others that is returned to you in even greater measure than you give.
7. OldZeb:
There are strange things done
In the midnight sun
By the bloggers who search for snark.
And ol' BoJack's tales
'Bout our leaders travails
Are enough to make cats bark.
But one things is sure
All of our hearts are pure:
Without wit we'll survive only by luck.
Forget Creepy and Randy
Make your credit card handy:
C'mon now and cough up a buck!
8. Tenskwatawa:
Joseph or Yosef -- Hebrew: יוֹסֵף , Standard: Yosef, Tiberian: Yôsēp̄, Arabic: يوسف, Yusuf
The story of Joseph is told in Genesis, chapters 37-50 (one of the longest continuous narratives in the Bible).
Joseph is one of the best-known figures in the Torah, famous for his coat of many colors ... and for his ability to interpret dreams.
In the Eastern Orthodox Church and those Eastern Catholic Churches which follow the Byzantine Rite, he is known as "Joseph the all-comely", a reference not only to his physical appearance, but more importantly to the beauty of his spiritual life.
Joseph ("Yusuf") is regarded by Muslims as a prophet in the Qur'an, suras vi. 84, xl. 36, and a whole chapter (sura xii.) is devoted to him.
Pharaoh dreamt of seven lean cows which rose out of the river and devoured seven fat cows.
Pharoah dreamt again, of seven withered ears of grain which devoured seven fat ears of corn.
Pharaoh's wise men were unable to interpret these dreams, but the chief butler remembered Joseph and spoke of his skill to Pharaoh.
Joseph interpreted the dreams as foretelling that seven years of abundance would be followed by seven years of famine, and advised Pharaoh to store surplus grain during the years of abundance.- - -
Comes now the Year of the Tiger, 2010, and then of the Hare, 2011, and in them chaos and realignment, yet still years (6 and 7) of abundance.
Then (2012) comes seven years of famine and the most human suffering ever known on Earth. Please, people, us, be of faith and hope and love everyone to another, sharing, and everyone of all.
Who can endure, surviving, are the fearless many, who are meek. Fear is the shadow within each of us; fear not. There are no terrorists. There are no threats abroad. Those are lies told to us by the most self-fearing ones of us, and such shall perish from our midst.
Prepare, and store abundance. The great strife shall pass in seven years' time (after 2012). Everyone must change and a total reformation, because petroleum is mostly depleted and its heedless exhaust is driving climate to severity, worldwide.
Study of these things and share. Then there is no fear among us.
There you have our eight finalists. Vote here, and we'll announce the winner tomorrow afternoon at the start of the weekend. Whoever wins, gets to steer $250 of the Buck-a-Hit Day collections to a charity of his or her choice:
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