Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Inauguration is at hand.
The Inauguration! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in the gilded tower
A shape with flabby body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Washington to be born?
[apologies to W B Yeats, whose best-known work needed frighteningly little vandalism to be so apposite]
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These are some awesome pix, are you filling in for C_R as well?
Not to nitpick on the post pic, but shouldn't the cuttlefish pulling the sled be facing the other way?
Those four are the retros? Gotta be hard to slow that shit down!
NORAD will never find them.
And today is football day too! As FSM is my witness, *this* is gonna be the Browns' week.
Well, they're playing the Chargers. It really could happen!
17-10 Browns at halftime!
But RG III is playing, so terrible things could happen.
20 – 17 with just over six minutes to go. Come on, Browns, you can do this thing!
it's official!
You can say a lot of things about 2016, and one of them is the Cubs won Game 7 of the WS in the 10th inning.
It's too damn bad the tradeoff for that was everything else that's happened in 2016
'tis better to hoist one World Championship flag than to curse the dumpster fire.
Two missed chip-shot field goals in the last three minutes: this is the team we're sending you, Cally. Enjoy!
Oh, and QB Philip Rivers, in addition to having the ugliest throwing motion in foo'ball, is a |wing nut.|
"That's why Americans like football! It's a ground acquisition game!"- George Carlin
Norv Turner- "miss me yet?"
Looking forward to watching my Steelers play against them in person already!
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Yeah, I suppose I get nostalgic for the days when I'd pour it in a glass first…
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Money's short- times are hard. Here's your fucking christmas card.
Merry Christmas from the Pinhead family!
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Disturbing. Thank you?
Merry Christmas, all. No need to tell anybody in this group, but some folks need to be reminded: He's the |Prince of Peace|, not national defense.
Forget it. In this day and age, Mary and Joseph would be considered Middle Eastern refugees and denied asylum.
Plus they were Jews!
They're just saying that to get in. Ask them if they're Pro-Israel!
Heavy Rain, Fog
43°F
Clear, light winds, 5C (41F)
20 January 2017
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Inauguration is at hand.
The Inauguration! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in the gilded tower
A shape with flabby body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Washington to be born?
[apologies to W B Yeats, whose best-known work needed frighteningly little vandalism to be so apposite]
Merry Christmas, Wonkville! I'm also 26 today
Happy Birthday, Lady Jeebus!
Happy birthday, God! (you and Jimmy Buffett)
Let's see then…hrmm…carry the 7…so, sometime this past month, you ceased being less than half as old as me.
Get a walker, Gramps!
I was a runner up
Wait, does that mean I'm getting old? Was it because I went to New Orleans?
You know what you did. Make sure to do more of it!
Happy birthday! Any childhood resentments from not having "your own" birthday?
We always split it up with Christmas in morning/afternoon with birthday in the evening so it wasn't too bad! And thanks, everyone!
Merry Birthmas!