"All we have of freedom, all we use or know - This our fathers bought for us long and long ago." - Rudyard Kipling
Monday, April 26, 2010
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Just realized I aint the Old Spice guy...
Hello ladies.
Look at your man, now back to me, now back to your man, now back to me.
Luckily, he isn't me.
Now please appreciate your man.
Look at your man, now back to me, now back to your man, now back to me.
Luckily, he isn't me.
Now please appreciate your man.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Obama Wont' Use Nukes
So Obama has stated that he won't use nuclear weapons against those who don't already have them.
Is this his way of again telling the world, "See? The US aren't bad or evil people. We're like really civilized now that I'm in charge. The rest of the world will now love us 'cause we're all warm and cuddly and stuff."?
If this is what he's going for, and if this has always been his philosophy in life, it kinda begs the question: How often did little girls beat him up in school, pants him, magic marker his weenie, stuff him naked in his locker, and steal his lunch money?
I'm betting the answer is: Every single day.
Is this his way of again telling the world, "See? The US aren't bad or evil people. We're like really civilized now that I'm in charge. The rest of the world will now love us 'cause we're all warm and cuddly and stuff."?
If this is what he's going for, and if this has always been his philosophy in life, it kinda begs the question: How often did little girls beat him up in school, pants him, magic marker his weenie, stuff him naked in his locker, and steal his lunch money?
I'm betting the answer is: Every single day.
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Easter
I believe in Christianity as I believe that the sun has risen: not only because I see it, but because by it I see everything else.
C.S.Lewis
For as by one man's disobedience many were made sinners, so by the obedience of one shall many be made righteous.
Romans 5:19
C.S.Lewis
For as by one man's disobedience many were made sinners, so by the obedience of one shall many be made righteous.
Romans 5:19
Friday, April 2, 2010
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Because I feel like it, that's why......
The Second Coming
TURNING and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
William Butler Yeats
TURNING and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
William Butler Yeats
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