1.Once it was astounding to hear views that totally run counter to reality.
No longer.
Today we find posts actually complementing Biden and the Democrats, in the face of huge spending bills, inflation, the border, mandates, gasoline prices, socialism, and impending radical policies on his agenda, and ignoring the detailed and well thought out Trump plan to leave Afghanistan.
2. These are the same mind-numbed robots who will never question or confront their masters on any subject, hence can neve answer questions like
....why do they insist that the 7th century savages of Iran urgently need nuclear weapons?
...Under Democrat/Liberal LBJ, the law was passed that deprived pastors 2of their right of free speech.
What possible compelling government interest could this represent????
...Since the inception of LBJ's 'War on Poverty,' $22 trillion has been spent to end poverty…yet the poverty rate is worryingly similar to the rate when LBJ began….why are we still following this failed plan?
3. Of course, their acceptance of 'masters' is the reason they fear questioning.
And that brings me to today's birthday boy, author of one of my favorite poems,
William Ernest Henley, (born Aug. 23, 1849, Gloucester, Gloucestershire, Eng.—died July 11, 1903, Woking, near London), British poet, critic, and editor who in his journals introduced the early work of many of the great English writers of the 1890s.
Britannica.com
The poem, "Invictus," should be the favorite of all conservatives, because it names our 'master,' the only human master of conservatives:
4. Invictus
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
No longer.
Today we find posts actually complementing Biden and the Democrats, in the face of huge spending bills, inflation, the border, mandates, gasoline prices, socialism, and impending radical policies on his agenda, and ignoring the detailed and well thought out Trump plan to leave Afghanistan.
2. These are the same mind-numbed robots who will never question or confront their masters on any subject, hence can neve answer questions like
....why do they insist that the 7th century savages of Iran urgently need nuclear weapons?
...Under Democrat/Liberal LBJ, the law was passed that deprived pastors 2of their right of free speech.
What possible compelling government interest could this represent????
...Since the inception of LBJ's 'War on Poverty,' $22 trillion has been spent to end poverty…yet the poverty rate is worryingly similar to the rate when LBJ began….why are we still following this failed plan?
3. Of course, their acceptance of 'masters' is the reason they fear questioning.
And that brings me to today's birthday boy, author of one of my favorite poems,
William Ernest Henley, (born Aug. 23, 1849, Gloucester, Gloucestershire, Eng.—died July 11, 1903, Woking, near London), British poet, critic, and editor who in his journals introduced the early work of many of the great English writers of the 1890s.
Britannica.com
The poem, "Invictus," should be the favorite of all conservatives, because it names our 'master,' the only human master of conservatives:
4. Invictus
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
