Posted on 03/23/2010 9:42:28 PM PDT by The Comedian
Good luck in all your adventures and I hope they make a difference for all of us.
Please read my FREEPMAIL.
YOU ARE DEAR TO ME.
Just remember to pick up your brass before you exit your position... Don’t make it easy for them...
Roger Dat,,,
Keep ya’ powder dry and ya’ nozzz into the wind...;0)
Every time I say something nice to somebody, they leave me. Was it the Cheetos and the stash of Zima? Adios.
“Time for Mr. Candle to put a flame to this creeping, rotting, collectivist darkness.”
We each pay a fabulous price
For our visions of paradise
But a spirit with a vision
Is a dream with a mission...
Here’s to you!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hVXMTNKIEak&feature=fvw
Mission (Rush, Hold Your Fire, 1987)
Hold your fire-
Keep it burning bright
Hold the flame ‘til the dream ignites-
A spirit with a vision is a dream with a mission
I hear their passionate music
Read the words that touch my heart
I gaze at their feverish pictures
The secrets that set them apart
When I feel the powerful visions
Their fire has made alive
I wish I had that instinct-
I wish I had that drive
Spirits fly on dangerous missions
Imaginations on fire
Focused high on soaring ambitions
Consumed in a single desire
In the grip of a nameless possession-
A slave to the drive of obsession-
A spirit with a vision
Is a dream with a mission...
I watch their images flicker
Bringing light to a lifeless screen
I walk through their beautiful buildings
And I wish I had their dreams
But dreams don’t need to have motion
To keep their spark alive
Obsession has to have action-
Pride turns on the drive
It’s cold comfort
To the ones without it
To know how they struggled-
How they suffered about it
If their lives were exotic and strange
They would likely have gladly exchanged them
For something a little more plain
Maybe something a little more sane
We each pay a fabulous price
For our visions of paradise
But a spirit with a vision
Is a dream with a mission...
To those that cannot comprehend these words of wisdom all I can say is this, in history past there was an incident, it was said to not look back.
Lets just say those that did were forever not in need of having to look for salt.
They became a monument literally.
Now THAT is the kind of opus I like, want, and expect to see around here.
The Comedian hasn’t been with us for long, but has been a notable & laudable contributor while he has been. We’ll miss ya. Don’t forget Moloch’s humanity.
Indeed, the Powers That Be have pushed the debate beyond formal polite discourse. The Chicago Way is brutal to its enemies - and I don’t mean in an Ann-Coulter-In-Ottawa way (speech canceled by threats of violence), I mean in a cement-shoes, horse-head-in-bed way (actual violence). Methinks a lot of us are refraining from speaking our minds in public forums for reasons The Comedian has indicated.
Glad to see the path you’re taking; sorry it means we won’t hear much from you. Keep in touch.
I’ve enjoyed a lot of your posts. Good luck whatever you do.
Godspeed.
Before you go, don't forget to get your National ID card and return any library books that might become overdue. Because they will find you.
And since you're going, please take these two with you ....it's the least you could do. ;-D
Lyrics to Powder Finger : Neil Young Look out, Mama, there's a white boat coming up the river, With a big red beacon and a flag and a man on the rail. I think you'd better call John 'cause it don't look like They're here to deliver the mail. And it's less than a mile away. I hope they didn't come to stay. It's got numbers on the side and a gun, and it's making big waves. Daddy's gone, my brother's out hunting in the mountains. Big John's been drinking since the river took Emmy Lou. So the powers that be left me here to do all the thinking. And I just turned twenty-two. I was wondering what to do. And the closer they got, the more those feelings grow. Daddy's rifle in my hand felt reassuring. He told me, Red means run, Son. Numbers add up to nothing. But when that first shot hit the dock, I saw it coming. Raised the rifle to my eye. Never stopped to wonder why. Then I saw black and my face flash in the sky. Shelter me from the powder and the finger. Cover me with the thought that pulled the trigger. Just think of me as one you never figured, To fade away so young, with so much left undone. Remember me to my love. I know I'll miss her.
I will miss you. I hope you are taking “a traveler” in this brave new world you are going to need it.
Take care out there and you may meet some of us along the way in this war they are bringing on America.
Please, drop in now & then with some words for us? Shalom, brother
I never read you anyhow because of that stupid picture you posted on every post.
Bye bye — I am sure someone, somewhere will miss you...
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