“They saw their injured country's woe;
The flaming town, the wasted field;
Then rushed to meet the insulting foe;
They took the spear, - but left the shield.”
“You don't stop laughing when you grow old, you grow old when you stop laughing.”
Donald Trump vs. Chris Christie...admit you laughed.
know that He exists.Somewhere –– in silence ––He has hid his rare lifeFrom our gross eyes.’Tis an instant’s play ––’Tis a fond Ambush ––Just to make BlissEarn her own surprise!But – should the playProve piercing earnest ––Should the glee –– glaze ––In Death’s –– stiff –– stare ––Would not the funLook too expensive?Would not the jest ––Have crawled too far?~ Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)
QUESTION: If, indeed, "He exists," why don't we see clearer, more convincing evidence to that effect?ANSWER: Because, we have to reach out to Him with the openness, eagerness, and naive curiosity of a little child, and with the humility of a mature adult willing to admit he or she could be wrong about all previous assumptions.
Jeb Bush vs Hillary Clinton. Admit it, you're not laughing anymore.
I would likely actively campaign for Hitlery at that point. ;) But it's going to be a fun ride up until then.
"Help Hitlery Destroy America"
"Yes We Did! Yes We Did!"
“You are old, Father William,” the young man said,“And your hair has become very white;And yet you incessantly stand on your head –Do you think, at your age, it is right?”“In my youth,” Father William replied to his son,“I feared it might injure the brain;But, now that I’m perfectly sure I have none,Why, I do it again and again.”“You are old,” said the youth, “as I mentioned before,And have grown most uncommonly fat;Yet you turned a back-somersault in at the door –Pray, what is the reason of that?”“In my youth,” said the sage, as he shook his grey locks,“I kept all my limbs very suppleBy the use of this ointment – one shilling the box –Allow me to sell you a couple?”“You are old,” said the youth, “and your jaws are too weakFor anything tougher than suet;Yet you finished the goose, with the bones and the beak –‑ray how did you manage to do it?”“In my youth,” said his father, “I took to the law,And argued each case with my wife;And the muscular strength, which it gave to my jaw,Has lasted the rest of my life.”“You are old,” said the youth, “one would hardly supposeThat your eye was as steady as ever;Yet you balanced an eel on the end of your nose –What made you so awfully clever?”“I have answered three questions, and that is enough,”Said his father; “don’t give yourself airs!Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff?Be off, or I’ll kick you downstairs!” ~ Lewis Carroll by Lewis Carroll (Charles Lutwidge Dodgson) c. 1857
An incorrigible old fool. Yep, that pretty well sums me up. :)
Hoo sed dat? I dint heer no wun say nuffin like dat, EffJay.You maybe incorrigible, old boy, but you are no one's fool.Even I, decrepit spent force though I be, have enough wit to see that. (;-s
Not you, FT. I said that. Age sucks for us "spent forces"... it shows no deference to wit.
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