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@brazenbastard
Constantine
Evil just is. It’s a constant. Like its polar opposite, goodness. We all choose to be either or a little bit of both, if we’re honest.
If only it were all so simple! If only there were evil people somewhere insidiously committing evil deeds, and it were necessary only to separate them from the rest of us and destroy them. But the line dividing good and evil cuts through the heart of every human being. And who is willing to destroy a piece of his own heart?
Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn
The others said I was mad. That the fabled land of crustopia, where there were no sharks or birds to prey upon us did not exist. Where the algae bloomed year round. So I set sail on my long perilous journey to find paradise.
About right. Now close the lid to keep out the smoke from the forest fires.
This is the weekend to love @hello-furry-one
And all three cats are staring at this dry food thinking, “We don’t like this. Where’s the real food?”
I wonder how they peddle their bikes.
@mysticallion Don’t be silly. Of course they can’t peddle those bikes. They have their human do it for them.
This is the weekend to love @hello-furry-one
And all three cats are staring at this dry food thinking, “We don’t like this. Where’s the real food?”
This reminds me of a story. My older brother had a very old and beaten up Chevy. One day it wouldn’t start. Now, this car had about half a dozen reasons why it might not start but we concluded it was probably out of gas. Why would we need to deduce the car had no gas you ask? Just look at the gas gauge. Well, The gas gauge didn’t work. (See sentence with old and beaten up). One of us, probably my brother as he was the machinist mate on a Boomer, got the idea of pouring lighter fluid directly into the carburetor. After some thought I backed up this genius idea with “why not?” So he poured and I turned the engine over. The resulting immense belch followed by an acrid smell froze us both. Amazed that the car started, we waited for it either to stop or explode. It did neither. Fortunately the gas station wasnt very far away. Looking back I’m slightly amazed we lived to make it into our 20’s.
Then, we got to the park, and the squirrel, who walks with us daily, let me shoot a video of it prancing and frolicking, through the park!! Oh, happy day!!!
Apparently I’ve used up my next three lives.
There once was a duck
Who lost her last fuck
And set out to bring it back home
Waving fair well to her peeps
With some brave little leaps
She started her waggling roam
Abandoning her brood
With dry mealworms for food
She toddled away on the quest
She was a swift little chick
Who could waddle quite quick
So she soon lost sight of her nest
She followed the clues
And listened for news
And continued through all kinds of weather
And the days and nights passed
Until finally at last
She found a magical feather
As her heavy despair
Became light golden care
She finally felt she could fly
So she took to the air
On a wing and a prayer
And sailed through the bright blue sky
Seems the secret of flying
Is found in the trying
And remaining above all the muck
Now she couldn’t care less
About any of that mess
As she soars on her new flying fuck
Go Rin No Sho. There is much truth in that work. But something is missing. There is a direct line from Musashi to Pearl Harbor and Japanese officers beating swords against the sides of tanks. Having a spirit so resolved that not ten thousand things can touch you is both true and shatteringly false at the same time.
“Have you ever wondered what happened to the 56 men who signed the Declaration of Independence?
Five signers were captured by the British as traitors, and tortured before they died. Twelve had their homes ransacked and burned. Two lost their sons in the revolutionary army, another had two sons captured. Nine of the 56 fought and died from wounds or hardships of the revolutionary war.
They signed and they pledged their lives, their fortunes, and their sacred honor.
What kind of men were they? Twenty-four were lawyers and jurists. Eleven were merchants, nine were farmers and large plantation owners, men of means, well educated. But they signed the Declaration of Independence knowing full well that the penalty would be death if they were captured.
Carter Braxton of Virginia, a wealthy planter and trader, saw his ships swept from the seas by the British Navy. He sold his home and properties to pay his debts, and died in rags.
Thomas McKeam was so hounded by the British that he was forced to move his family almost constantly. He served in the Congress without pay, and his family was kept in hiding. His possessions were taken from him, and poverty was his reward.
Vandals or soldiers or both, looted the properties of Ellery, Clymer, Hall, Walton, Gwinnett, Heyward, Ruttledge, and Middleton.
At the battle of Yorktown, Thomas Nelson Jr., noted that the British General Cornwallis had taken over the Nelson home for his headquarters. The owner quietly urged General George Washington to open fire. The home was destroyed, and Nelson died bankrupt.
Francis Lewis had his home and properties destroyed. The enemy jailed his wife, and she died within a few months.
John Hart was driven from his wife’s bedside as she was dying. Their 13 children fled for their lives. His fields and his gristmill were laid to waste. For more than a year he lived in forests and caves, returning home to find his wife dead and his children vanished. A few weeks later he died from exhaustion and a broken heart. Norris and Livingston suffered similar fates.
Such were the stories and sacrifices of the American Revolution. These were not wild eyed, rabble-rousing ruffians. They were soft-spoken men of means and education. They had security, but they valued liberty more. Standing tall, straight, and unwavering, they pledged: ‘For the support of this declaration, with firm reliance on the protection of the divine providence, we mutually pledge to each other, our lives, our fortunes, and our sacred honor.’”
- Michael W Smith
I watched the tall ships sailing up the Hudson River from my Father’s office on Wall St.
Sighs. Possibly the worst contract in the history of baseball. Nine more years of paying one of the most divisive and ruinous players in Mets history over $1.1M on his deferred salary. The Mets are cursed until this abomination ends.
Pinkie swear
No oath more unbreakable than the pinkie swear.
What about the spit-on-the-palm handclap @brazenbastard ? Or the finger prick mixed blood oath? (pre-HIV, that one) And don’t get me started on the whole swear on my Mother’s grave thing (she’s still going btw). So many ways to temp Fate.
@mysticallion The spit-in-the-palm only rises to the level of a double dog dare. And the pricking of thy thumb only warns of something wicked this way comes. None rises to the unbreakable status of the pinkie swear.
Pinkie swear
No oath more unbreakable than the pinkie swear.