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From my youth up I never liked the city.
I never forgot the mountains where I was born.
The world caught me and harnessed me
And drove me through dust, thirty years away from home.
Migratory birds return to the same tree.
Fish find their way back to the pools where they were hatched.
I have been over the whole country,
And I have come back at last to the garden of my childhood.
My farm is only ten acres.
The farm house has eight or nine rooms.
Elms and willows shade the back garden.
Peach trees stand by the front door.
The village is out of sight.
You can hear dogs bark in the alleys,
And cocks crow in the mulberry trees.
When you come through the gate into the court
You will find no dust or mess.
Peace and quiet live in every room.
I am content to stay here the rest of my life.
At last I have found myself.
— Tao Yuan Ming (Tao Qian) Chinese, 365-427
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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.