“The secret of happiness, you see, is not found in seeking more, but in developing the capacity to enjoy less.” ~ Socrates
“I’m at the age where food has taken the place of sex in my life. In fact, I’ve just had a mirror put over my kitchen table.” ~ Rodney Dangerfield
What animals are really thinking…
“The Mets suck, dude…”
“And the Yankees are that much better?”
“Get off my floe!”
Words to fucking live by!!!
“Suburbia is where the developer bulldozes out the trees, then names the streets after them.” ~ Bill Vaughan
This, however, looks like heaven.
Obama declares a “Red Line” and serious response if Syria uses chemical weapons.
“I’ve made it clear to Bashar al-Assad and all who follow his orders: We will not tolerate the use of chemical weapons against the Syrian people, or the transfer of those weapons to terrorists. The world is watching; we will hold you accountable.”
Today intelligence sources in the US and Israel proclaim that such weapons were used a few weeks ago.
Not good enough for Obama though. He’s demanding the Proof-Of-Purchase and UPC code clipped from the boxtop the deadly chemicals came from.
“Whoa. She took her fur off!”
So, “they” say- the bleeding heart liberal apologists who find no personal responsibility for anybody’s criminal actions (the “Oh they were bullied” or “they were exposed to so much cruelty” horseshit)— that terrorists hate us because we are wealthy, happy and free.
So that explains Obama’s plan! Make us poor, miserable and enslaved by the government (like them) and they’ll stop hating us?
Sports Illustrated cover.
Our hearts are with Boston at this time.
“That’s funny. I don’t see the resemblance.”
The Bagpiper.
As a bagpiper, I play many gigs. Recently I was asked by a funeral director to play at a graveside service for a homeless man. He had no family or friends, so the service was to be at a pauper’s cemetery in the Kentucky back-country.
As I was not familiar with the backwoods, I got lost and being a typical man I didn’t stop for directions. I finally arrived an hour late and saw the funeral guy had evidently gone and the hearse was nowhere in sight.
There were only the diggers and crew left and they were eating lunch. I felt badly and apologized to the men for being late. I went to the side of the grave and looked down and the vault lid was already in place. I didn’t know what else to do, so I started to play.
The workers put down their lunches and began to gather around. I played out my heart and soul for this man with no family and friends. I played like I’ve never played before for this homeless man.
And as I played ‘Amazing Grace,’ the workers began to weep. They wept, I wept, we all wept together. When I finished I packed up my bagpipes and started for my car. Though my head hung low, my heart was full.
As I opened the door to my car, I heard one of the workers say, “I never seen nothin’ like that before and I’ve been putting in septic tanks for twenty years.”
“There is a pleasure in the pathless woods;
There is a rapture on the lonely shore;
There is society, where none intrudes;
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more.” ~ Lord Byron
Let me think about not liking people so much.
How to feel small and powerless. Or like an appetizer.
(Source: mrgolightly, via cantallbegodsandsuperstars)
“A great deal of intelligence can be invested in ignorance when the need for illusion is deep.” ~ Saul Bellow
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