kenderstest

The election day is over,
The talking is done.
My party lost, your party won.
So let us be friends,
Let arguments pass.
I'll hug my elephant,
You kiss your ass.

Barack is my shepherd
I shall live in want
He causes me to bend over for the IRS
He leadeth me to the welfare line
He shrivels my soul
He leads me down a path of socialist ruin
For his names sake

Yeah tho I walk through the valley
Of the shadow of death
I fear all evil
For thou has taken
My gun and my rights of self protection

Surely, poverty and want shall follow me
All the days of democrat rule
And I shall dwell in a FEMA trailer, forever

We walked along the beach
At dawn
Our scent of love
Clinging to us
Like another lover
We took to the waves
Wearing only smiles
Taking joy in
Each others company
While the sky lightened
With a new days promise
The pounding of the waves
As the beating of
Our hearts
Strong and soothing
Your arms delicate as
Saplings branches
Encircled me
With warmth
Your eyes
Sparkling with
Moonlight glancing from
The swells
Your smile content
Peace radiating
From souls awash in
A moment stolen
From reality

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So I am....

Words were spoken last night, honest and from the heart. I meant them. Completely. I have gone as far as I can, as far as I will ever be willing to go. If you can deal with that, if you can accept it for what it is, and not what you may think it should be or could be we can have what we have and be content.

If not then go....I shall miss those ebon locks cascading over my shoulder. I shall miss eyes of deepest cobalt blue, oh lithe one, but you know full well why what you want cannot happen. It no longer exists in me, stolen by another and destroyed.

You said "Say it out loud, say it where everyone will know how you feel."

So I am...

I am enamored of you. Time in your arms is always well spent. I enjoy your presence and charms, I adore your laugh, I get lost in your eyes and shudder when you so much as brush against me. More than that I am unable to give.

If it costs me your attention so be it. The ugly truth is better than a pretty lie.

Your Brat....

This arrived in my inbox today. I was touched and honored.

...your words... are daring... unflinching... persistent... even when your heart is breaking... some other force in you keeps trying... and that means there is a chance that right will prevail...

"Those Honored Dead"
"Why do you fly the flag today?"
My Grandson wants to know.
I fly it for the graveyards
Where the countless crosses grow.

I fly the flag for children
Whose fathers are a name.
A half-remembered memory
of a face within a frame.

I fly it for the families
of sons and daughters lost.
They know the price of liberty
How terrible the cost!

I fly the flag for veterans
who lost their youth in blood.
And saw their comrades slaughtered
in the carnage and the mud.

I fly it for the ones who marched
In cadence off to war
To close their eyes forever
Upon some foreign shore.

I fly the flag for grief poured out
Upon a granite wall.
The laying-on of hands that heals
The scars within us all.

I fly it for the sound of Taps---
That melancholy tune
That lays to rest those honored dead
Who always die too soon.

Copyright 1994 Marion G. Mahoney

My mind swirls with you
Moonglow upon palest skin
Anticipation

Ebon locks cascade
Showering in scents of lust
I must resist you

Eternity in
Eyes of deepest cobalt blue
Weakens my resolve

Lips so full yet small
Give oaths of pleasures unknown
I succumb to you

Oh such breathless fun
Discovery of litheness
Make me scream in brogue

Exactly five weeks to the day, almost to the hour even, from when my personal life imploded it all came full circle and righted itself. No details for youse mugs but new playmates have been secured (yes that's plural, and THAT happened this evening also) I secured an awesome job,again this evening) amazingly enough in this part of the world through connections. This job not only financially secures me but will cover start up costs on the new radio project in the works. Early spring is the roll out, name to be released closer to the date (but trust me it's an awesome one....fitting for the times, descriptive and just plain awesome. And it appears things fell into place just in time.

Because today I was pointed by my bud Jeff Blanco to this;

But from Barack Obama’s “Change.gov” website
America Serves

“When you choose to serve — whether it’s your nation, your community or simply your neighborhood — you are connected to that fundamental American ideal that we want life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness not just for ourselves, but for all Americans. That’s why it’s called the American dream.”

The Obama Administration will call on Americans to serve in order to meet the nation’s challenges. President-Elect Obama will expand national service programs like AmeriCorps and Peace Corps and will create a new Classroom Corps to help teachers in underserved schools, as well as a new Health Corps, Clean Energy Corps, and Veterans Corps. Obama will call on citizens of all ages to serve America,by developing a plan to require 50 hours of community service in middle school and high school and 100 hours of community service in college every year. Obama will encourage retiring Americans to serve by improving programs available for individuals over age 55, while at the same time promoting youth programs such as Youth Build and Head Start.

Now excuse me here for just one moment.

The last I checked we had the 13th Amendment outlawing slavery. At best this is indentured servitude, since it does possess a set system for not being forced to work. But what makes it so pernicious is it is aimed at our children. They aren't studying enough now, judging by our still dismal test scores compared to the rest of the world. Obama is going to REQUIRE them to "serve" now, placing then in even greater danger of bad grades and failure in school.

Or to be fair let's take another angle. Who, I wonder, would one think of when one thinks of those folks in society which have been forced by the state into community service against their will? Think real hard on this one folks, and ponder this for a moment. Every saturday (weather permitting) ojn the sides of roads in many states one can view as they roll along the beautiful highways and by ways of our scenic country folks in safety yellow vests (I know they look orange) picking up litter at the sides of those aforementioned roads.

They are there because they have been sentenced to community service for some petty crime of which they have been convicted.

So now one must ask themselves this simple question;

Is Obama going to indenture our children or simply treat them like petty criminals?

On the other side of this coin is obamas side, that community service strengthens the community and teaches them valuable skills. OF course it does, when you are teaching them thier most sought after skill is as a labor force so the literati and our Dear Leader can whisk by them in their limos and see a clean landscape.

What this does in reality is take away one more thing a parent is supposed to be teaching their children about personal responsibility and helping their fellow man. It enforces government as boss and overseer and takes away personal drive to do community service because eventually the populace says "well, the government didn't tell me to do it so it's not my YOB man."

This smacks of Borgish automatons being directed through the collective.

This smacks of one more removal of our freedoms, the further erosion of our liberties and an attempt to show whitey who is in charge now.

I played that race card cuzz it's worth double in the kitty, Speaking of double in the kitty how fast will BHO loosen regulations on the porn industry under the guise of these guys are too regulated. If we deregulate them they could put out more product, product that the average American public engages in regularly. (wait, I may like this rule)

And what pray tell (oooops, shouldn't have used the word "pray") will the penalty be for noncompliance? Do you get kicked out of school? Do your parents get billed for your refusal to be treated like a criminal or a slave? Do you lose obamas most coveted award, the NEIGHBORHOOD WARDEN OFFICER position whose job it is to oversee the crews and report back to mien Buhrer?

If this is how he is starting out, two days after the election, imagine what he will roll out next month.

Sig Heil Obama Fuhrer, all our childrenz are belong to you.....

So in the new spirit of the new America let's all sing this old classic song;

The following song is available at the Whiskey Bards website and is well worth the money.

Gather ’round, ye lads and lasses, set ye for a while
And hearken to me mournful tale about the Emerald Isle
Let’s all raise our glasses high to friends and family gone
And lift our voices in another Irish drinking song

Consumption took me mother and me father got the pox
Me brother drank the whiskey ’til he wound up in a box
My other brother in the Troubles met with his demise
My sister has forever closed her smiling Irish eyes

CHORUS:
Now everybody’s died
So until our tears are dried
We’ll drink and drink and drink and drink,
and then we’ll drink some more
We’ll dance and sing and fight
until the early morning light
Then we’ll throw up, pass out, wake up, and then go drinking once again

Kenny was killed in Kilkenny and Claire, she died in Clare
Tip from Tipperary died out in the Derry air
Shannon jumped into the River Shannon back in June
Ernie fell into the Erne, and Tom is in the Toome

“Cleanliness is godliness” me Uncle Pat would sing
He broke his neck a’slippin’ on a bar of Irish Spring
O’Grady, he was 80 though his bride was just a pup
He died upon the honeymoon when she got his Irish up

CHORUS

Joe Murphy fought with Reilly near the banks of old Doneen
He took out his shillelagh and he stabbed him in the spleen
Crazy Uncle Mike believed he was a leprechaun -
In fact he’s just a leper, and his arms and legs are gone

When Timmy Johnson broke his neck it was a cryin’ shame
He wasn’t really Irish, but he went to Notre Dame
McNamara crossed the street and by a bus was hit
But he was just a Scotsman, so nobody gave a (ARRGHH)

CHORUS

Me drunken Uncle Brendan tried to drive home from the bar
The road rose up to meet him when he fell out of his car
Irony was what befell my great-grand Uncle Sam
He choked upon the very last potato in the land

Conor lived in Ulster town, he used to smuggle arms
Until the British killed him and cut off his lucky charms
And dear old Father Flanagan, who left the lord’s employ
Drunk on sacramental wine, beneath the altar boy

CHORUS

(slower)

Someday soon I’ll leave this world of pain and toil and sin
The Lord will take me by the hand to join all of me kin
Me only wish is when the Savior comes for me and you

(a tempo)

He kills the cast of Riverdance, and Michael Flatley too

CHORUS (2x)

...it was a calm, peaceful dream. We were walking on a lake shore at sunset. You looked so serene, with a scarf wrapped about your face, flung over your shoulders with abandon...your nut brown tresses spilling from it.

As the darkness closed in we found ourselves alone. Hand in hand we strolled, walking while the moon rose and the crickets sang their mating tune. You hair shone in the moonlight, your eyes sparkled with merriment and peace...your skin luminous in the soft shine of Luna.

We sang of love and summer breezes;
Spoke of hopes and fears;
We talked all through the long soft night;
Sometimes through our tears.

As morning dawned the mist arose from the water. You faded away like the moonlight, a vapor I couldn't grasp and I found myself alone upon that cold mist enshrouded shore, holding nothing but your scarf.

...but while we are here we might as well dance.

sometimes things just don't go the way you think they will...

Sometimes you make bad choices...

We all choose our action...

We never get to choose the consequences from those actions...

And sometimes one just has to step back and let people suffer the consequences of their choices...

Sometimes choices are hard...

Sometimes those choices lead you to a place from which you can never return...

But everytime it balances out in the end and everyone gets exactly what they have earned...

Beware of everytime...

wonderful talk....it was so good to see you again.....your presence is a healing tonic.....your words wise and true....I am glad to know you share my pain....so this one is for you....you've made mistakes and so have I....we both know this is true....I found the courage of my heart....I pray you'll do so too....the winters snows will rage on high....while we share hope convictions....and know no great loves paths have crossed....without a little friction....may peace be yours while snowflakes fall....within your shattered heart....as friends I know we'll never be....too long once more apart.