So, let's see. You used to call yourself a liberal. But things changed after 9/11, and now you're not sure what to call yourself anymore. Try "neo-neocon" on for size.
My "technical advisor" has started work on the changes to the blog, since the nuts and bolts of this type of thing is not my forte. It will take a while, probably as much as a week, but I wanted to let you know that it's at least a work in progress. Patience.
posted by neo-neocon @ 3:57 PM
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I'm a lifelong Democrat, born in New York and living in New England. Surrounded by liberals on all sides, I've found myself slowly but surely leaving the fold and becoming that dread thing: a neocon. My friends and family are becoming sick of what they see as my inexplicable conversion, so I've started this blog to give vent to my frustration. I have a Master's Degree in Marriage and Family Therapy, and my politics make me a pariah there, too. Little did I know that I moved in such politically homogeneous circles. Why the apple? See this.
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Patience is a virtue, but in this case, determination and willpower really are the virtues.
such a lot of trouble so you do not have to listen to the views of others.
dreary racism
predictable yanky nationalism
poor philosophy
fear of debate
but never mind
"When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes"
When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf Heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featur'd like him, like him with friends possess'd,
Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least:
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee,--and then my state
(Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings'.
hmmmmm lets see then squariel
il n'a pas la bile just a sense of fun when it ciomes to retards like quartermaster putrsecent wasp. Still holding that weapon now the weapon is a bit over the hill?
Old men ought to be explorers
Here and there does not matter
We must be still and still moving
Into another intensity
For a further union, a deeper communion
T S Eliot
and this is cruel but hey ho i like larkin
he would have made a good neo con
Philip Larkin - The Old Fools
What do they think has happened, the old fools,
To make them like this? Do they somehow suppose
It's more grown-up when your mouth hangs open and drools,
And you keep on pissing yourself, and can't remember
Who called this morning? Or that, if they only chose,
They could alter things back to when they danced all night,
Or went to their wedding, or sloped arms some September?
Or do they fancy there's really been no change,
And they've always behaved as if they were crippled or tight,
Or sat through days of thin continuous dreaming
Watching the light move? If they don't (and they can't), it's strange;
Why aren't they screaming?
At death you break up: the bits that were you
Start speeding away from each other for ever
With no one to see. It's only oblivion, true:
We had it before, but then it was going to end,
And was all the time merging with a unique endeavour
To bring to bloom the million-petalled flower
Of being here. Next time you can't pretend
There'll be anything else. And these are the first signs:
Not knowing how, not hearing who, the power
Of choosing gone. Their looks show that they're for it:
Ash hair, toad hands, prune face dried into lines -
How can they ignore it?
Perhaps being old is having lighted rooms
Inside you head, and people in them, acting
People you know, yet can't quite name; each looms
Like a deep loss restored, from known doors turning,
Setting down a lamp, smiling from a stair, extracting
A known book from the shelves; or sometimes only
The rooms themselves, chairs and a fire burning,
The blown bush at the window, or the sun's
Faint friendliness on the wall some lonely
Rain-ceased midsummer evening. That is where they live:
Not here and now, but where all happened once.
This is why they give
An air of baffled absence, trying to be there
Yet being here. For the rooms grow farther, leaving
Incompetent cold, the constant wear and tear
Of taken breath, and them crouching below
Extinction's alp, the old fools, never perceiving
How near it is. This must be what keeps them quiet:
The peak that stays in view wherever we go
For them is rising ground. Can they never tell
What is dragging them back, and how it will end? Not at night?
Not when the strangers come? Never, throughout
The whole hideous inverted childhood? Well,
We shall find out.
Hey, neoneoconned--at least get your intended insults right. It is "Yankee nationalism" not "yanky nationalism"--"yanky" brings to mind those kids in my high school who insisted on putting their hands down their pants when called upon to answer a question, as if to confirm that a "Nigerian genital snatcher"* had not glanced at them in the last few minutes.
* You can't make this stuff up. The belief in this phenomenon has caused not a few deaths of suspected witches in Nigeria who supposedly practiced such snatching by glancing at someone in a crowd. Google the term and marvel at "Hysteria and the Madness of Crowds." I gather they never thought to check to see if the genitals of the accuser were still there.
lol cheers all for your appreciation...this isnt quite what i wanted but ...well tis nearly right
Hey, Jude, don't make it bad
Take a sad song and make it better
Remember to let her into your heart
Then you can start to make it better
Hey, Jude, don't be afraid
You were made to go out and get her
The minute you let her under your skin
Then you begin to make it better.
And any time you feel the pain, hey, Jude, refrain
Don't carry the world upon your shoulders
Well don't you know that its a fool who plays it cool
By making his world a little colder
"'He either fears his fate too much,
Or his desert is small,
Who fears to put it to the touch,
And win or lose it all.'
I'm happy to inform Conned I'm skipping his posts because.
"Good government never depends upon laws, but upon the personal qualities of those who govern. The machinery of government is always subordinate to the will of those who administer that machinery. The most important element of government, therefore, is the method of choosing leaders."
What you of the CHOAM directorate seem unable to understand is that you seldom find real loyalties in commerce. When did you last hear of a clerk giving his life for the company? Perhaps your deficiency rests in the false assumption that you can order men to think and cooperate. This has been a failure of everything from religions to general staffs throughout history. General staffs have a long record of destroying their own nations. As to religions, I recommend a rereading of Thomas Aquinas. As to you of CHOAM, what nonsense you believe! Men must want to do things out of their own innermost drives. People, not commercial organizations or chains of command, are what make great civilizations work. Every civilization depends upon the quality of the individuals it produces. If you over-organize humans, over-legalize them, suppress their urge to greatness -- they cannot work and their civilization collapses.
-A letter to CHOAM, Attributed to The Preacher
I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
Quis custodiet ipsos custodiet
When bad men combine, the good must associate; otherwise they will fall, one by one, an unpitied sacrifice in a contemptible struggle.
—Edmund Burke,
Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.- Confucius
Fort Palataia
There is danger that, if the Court does not temper its doctrinaire logic with a little practical wisdom, it will convert the Bill of Rights into a suicide pact.
—Justice Robert Houghwout Jackson,
Terminiello v. Chicago 337 US 1, 37(1949)
And she said, “Durka durka mohammed jihad
Sherpa sherpa bakralad(?)”
I got a "quote" program.
Check out this music video by a current Marine. Hadji Girl
The "ballad" is pretty cool
az
Adrenaline and endorphines wind my wristwatch. It really is a new look on living, and I think I understand it when people like David Blaine say that they feel the most alive when they are facing death. While I try to avoid extreme examples of skill as demonstrated by Blaine, the answer is the answer.
Anything that produces adrenaline and endorphines, is interesting and fun for me.
I once went to an ice ring and tried to learn skating for the first time, ice skating, since I never did the regular kind. Took me a few hours, but I got the hang of it. The music they played kept pumping me up with a second wind. Falling down hurt, but you just get right up.
After it was over, I found out that there were two purple bruises, one on the inside of each of my knees, that was about the size of 3/4ths of my hand. There was also a jagged protrusion in one of the loan on hand ice boots they had, and that thing put a thumb sized third degree burn look alike "rawness" through my socks at the base of my heels. Funny, I thought it was just some pebble bugging me while I was skating, turned out it stripped the entire skin off through my socks, through the abrasion activity. There was like a milimeter or 2 of skin missing, looked like someone had ice cream scooped the skin out. I was like "how the heck was I skating with that thing going on".
The ice skating thing is so fun though, not because it was easy, but because I had to do some shortcuts to get it.
One of my wishes is to go jumping like Airborne has to do. That and zero-g. I wanna see how long before I puke, or how long I can hold it off.
Speed is good, but I don't like the necessity for control. I saw that video of one guy on a bike going like... um, lotza of km/h. Suicidal if you ask me, but hey, some people have inhuman abilities.
Follow the directions here, but click on the "Fast Ride" video and you'll know what I'm talking about
That is fasssstt.
These days there is a Wifely Edict about being on two wheels.
Don't let her watch the video if you know what is good for you ;)
Mazel Tov on getting rid of trolls. This blog will be better served without them. They'll always have Paris. And the NYT, other MSM, and the enclaves of Ann Arbor, Berkely, Cleveland Hts., et. al.
For pure adrenaline- bungee over static line jumps (haven't done freefall). No thinking in Bungee- you just soak it up and can actually think about your seemingly impending doom- but if you're as rational as I, it only goes so far. It's the ones who are TERRIFIED that really get the kick.
il n'a pas la bile just a sense of fun when it ciomes to retards like quartermaster putrsecent wasp. Still holding that weapon now the weapon is a bit over the hill?
Wow, realizing that I soon will no longer be able read such witticisms here leaves me empty inside. Empty, I say.
Tick-tick-tick
Yes, YES, confudeforeigner! Rage, RAGE against the dying of the light!
Hello? Anybody? Hello?
Is this thing on?
Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do.
I'm half crazyy, alll foorr the loovve of yoouuuuu...
LOL! Perfect, Sally, perfect.
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