Amusing, the game’s rigged. No winners no losers. Hakuna Matata!
I’ve grown comfortably numb playing the game, my way!
Quite simple really. It is each of our duty to be prepared for what comes our way. To prepare our families, to provide the tools, the wisdom, the knowledge. To teach all the difference between the Truth and a Lie, Right from Wrong.
There are no saints. Even those cast by religion were sinners.
It’s a big club,
VI
LagmanAugust 5, 2021, 8:36 AM
Sardonic, yet true and timely (mn 1:14 – “and no bacon too”) as just this past weekend it was reported:
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Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I reach my hands and play with pebbles of destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive in the universe.
Duty, Beauty, Liberty, Country, Honor, Family, Faith — Plus a few simple easy to follow rules for guys
Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
They thought great thoughts about liberty
Poets wrote down words that did fit
Writers wrote books
Thinkers thought about it
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
And wake up each day
To a new waking dream
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
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“You will own nothing and be happy.” : )
~World Economic Forum, Build Back Better™
“the words of the nouveau-riche dead junkie know-it-all were written …somewhere.”
-from “The Sounds of Silence, If Only”
What good are possessions when you have no property rights?
https://www.washingtonexaminer.com/opinion/socialism-fails-at-the-ballot-box-so-biden-uses-cdc-to-eliminate-property-rights
Undoubtedly very cogent. Unfortunately it sounds just like the original and is consequently unlistenable.
Managed 50 seconds, FWIW.
Amusing, the game’s rigged. No winners no losers. Hakuna Matata!
I’ve grown comfortably numb playing the game, my way!
Quite simple really. It is each of our duty to be prepared for what comes our way. To prepare our families, to provide the tools, the wisdom, the knowledge. To teach all the difference between the Truth and a Lie, Right from Wrong.
There are no saints. Even those cast by religion were sinners.
It’s a big club,
VI
Sardonic, yet true and timely (mn 1:14 – “and no bacon too”) as just this past weekend it was reported:
https://sacramento.cbslocal.com/2021/08/01/california-bacon-may-disappear-pig-rules/
Then there is Orwell’s “Animal Farm” – of course we’re just approaching “four legs good, two legs bad” …