Well, that was interesting.
I have an old girlfriend who lives in Lubbock. She’s a nurse that works as a patient care coordinator. They have a connected organization in McAllen, along the border with Mexico. She’s told me that yeah, the hospitals down there *are* overrun. Ambulances circle the block, waiting for a bed to open up. There ain’t no care at all on the south side, so people come north to cough on you.
She’s told me that there are some significant differences in the workforce in McAllen versus Lubbock. Quality of work and ethics are quite a bit lesser on the border. She and I have a shorthand phrase when talking about such subjects: McAllen culture.
Not a bad riff for this day and age. I got me thinking that’
There are the times to try men’s soles not little naughty Nike girly walks.
Give me liberty and give me Def Leppard with a healthy helping of both Dylons.
Fire at Will, and Phil as well as the house atop the hill where they write that Marxist swill.
Oh say, can you see, nothing but graffiti?
This land is their land, unless we take a stand.
The herd is rot around the world.
Gory gory hell’s for you,
All for one and
One for the money.
Two for the bow
Three to hold
Fire ‘till you hear
The fright of their cries.
And.
Always.
Today.
Speak softly
but carry.
Lance de BoyleJuly 22, 2020, 3:45 PM
That was awesome!!
Fire ‘till you hear
The fright of their cries.
most excellent!
DankJuly 23, 2020, 7:26 AM
Lost me at “Listen Bitchez”…part of our cultural decay has been the assimilation of hip-hop banter into everyday speech. Patrick Henry’s original version is just fine, thank you.
DrTedNelsonJuly 23, 2020, 9:39 AM
I, too, had to search for the original version. It’s a shame that we were only taught the last line in school, when there’s so much more to it. Well worth a read.
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Gerard Van der Leun
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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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Well, that was interesting.
I have an old girlfriend who lives in Lubbock. She’s a nurse that works as a patient care coordinator. They have a connected organization in McAllen, along the border with Mexico. She’s told me that yeah, the hospitals down there *are* overrun. Ambulances circle the block, waiting for a bed to open up. There ain’t no care at all on the south side, so people come north to cough on you.
She’s told me that there are some significant differences in the workforce in McAllen versus Lubbock. Quality of work and ethics are quite a bit lesser on the border. She and I have a shorthand phrase when talking about such subjects: McAllen culture.
Not a bad riff for this day and age. I got me thinking that’
There are the times to try men’s soles not little naughty Nike girly walks.
Give me liberty and give me Def Leppard with a healthy helping of both Dylons.
Fire at Will, and Phil as well as the house atop the hill where they write that Marxist swill.
Oh say, can you see, nothing but graffiti?
This land is their land, unless we take a stand.
The herd is rot around the world.
Gory gory hell’s for you,
All for one and
One for the money.
Two for the bow
Three to hold
Fire ‘till you hear
The fright of their cries.
And.
Always.
Today.
Speak softly
but carry.
That was awesome!!
Fire ‘till you hear
The fright of their cries.
most excellent!
Lost me at “Listen Bitchez”…part of our cultural decay has been the assimilation of hip-hop banter into everyday speech. Patrick Henry’s original version is just fine, thank you.
I, too, had to search for the original version. It’s a shame that we were only taught the last line in school, when there’s so much more to it. Well worth a read.