[the final gentleman]

Generals are not complete people.
Their purpose is to obey the dictates of the people and to direct our young men properly in protecting the Republic.

As they age, they become as useless as modern poets.

[NicknamedBob]

"As they age, they become as useless as modern poets."

HEY!

Global Warming

We’ve all been here before.
Too bad we don’t remember,
When succulent fruits were plentiful,
In northern lands of December.

They fear the sunlight; this I fear,
It’s not the warmth they dread,
But knowledge of a blessed Earth,
And people safely led.

The sanctuary of the heights,
And firmaments of faith,
Compel them to seek out the depths,
In shadows with their wraith.

Their efforts to sweep back the tide,
Will work, they sore believe it.
That wickedness gets washed away,
Their pride can not conceive it.

If we would only follow them,
They promise our salvation,
In downward spirals they propose,
But Hell is that direction.

NicknamedBob . . . February 27, 2007