“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.”
―Philip Freneau
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And by a prudent flight and cunning save A life which valour could not, from the grave. A better buckler I can soon regain, But who can get another life again?
Archilochus
Thursday, April 14, 2016
Liberalism's Last Gasp
....vs. it's birthing cry
The '68 Liberal started on his historical journy by climbing on-board a "train of history." The train was later discovered to just be a run down old bus. Now, it's looking more and more like it was a blue bus...
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