30 March 2003

I can't remember what I was doing there now, but I was wandering around this gung-ho/sic 'em/eat-my-lead-you-commie-faggot-type site & I came across this rousing exhortation in song. Appended to it were many complimentary comments from similarly-inclined surfers, one even suggesting that it might make an excellent replacement for The Battle Hymn of the Republic.  As a detatched but interested Brit amongst assorted (very) yanks, I couldn't possibly comment.  But you could... HONOR THE EAGLE Honor the Eagle, fierce and proud. With piercing eyes, and neck unbowed. Symbol of Freedom, America's bird, Challenger struck, and a yelp was heard. The blow was quick, the aim was true. Nothing was left for the traitor to do. His hand was hit, he cried out in pain. But the damage was done, he cried in vain. The American Eagle held its head high. And glared at the traitor, the Chinese spy. He sold out his country, and abused its trust. The scum has no shame, and merits disgust. He defiled the White House, and that is not all. He defiled the country, which no longer stands tall. He dodged the draft when it was his turn. And now bombs from afar, to kill and burn. Character counts, Dan Quayle once said. Now thousands of people are pointlessly dead. Then there's the women that TRIMPOTUS used. Many were assaulted, raped, and abused. Justice obstructed was justice denied. All those crimes for Reno to hide. Corruption abounds, it is no mistake. And all his officials are in on the take. Counsels were appointed, to be independent. But now even that has just been ended. They impeached him, its true, on a party line vote. But the Senators choked, and broke their oath. The press looked on and saw nothing wrong. The passes they gave him were frequent and long. Now the country is restless, all is not right. As America starts slowly seeing the light. And although it is said he has beaten the law, A multiple felon who got away with it all, Do not give up hope, continue the fight. Consider the Eagle, and cheer with delight. For though he has dragged us all through the mud, And though he has sacrificed innocent blood, And though he has squandered American might, And twisted the meaning of wrong and of right, Still he will not conquer, succeed or win. His end is near, you can see it begin. America lives and will once again fly Proud and fierce with an eagle's eye. And the rapist will cower, no longer feared. He will lose all his power, and will be roundly jeered. For America will take up the Eagle's refrain: GO AWAY TRAITOR, OR I'LL BITE YOU AGAIN!!!   7:13:25 PM    comment [] OLD PATTERAN'S EPHEMERA PHOBIA OF THE WEEK PTERONOPHOBIA : morbid fear of being tickled by feathers PATRON SAINT OF THE WEEK SAINT GEORGE : patron saint of syphilitics PALINDROME OF THE WEEK Too bad - I hid a boot. AMBROSE BIERCE DEFINITION OF THE WEEK TO PRAY - To ask that the laws of the universe be anulled in behalf of a single petitioner confessedly unworthy.   Meanwhile, on the business battlefront, the survival advice flies thick & fast. To any passing whey-faced commuter anxious for advancement at the office, please consider the following observations, penned by some latter-day Aesop... LESSON NUMBER ONE A crow was sitting on a tree, doing nothing all day. A small rabbit saw the crow, and asked him, "Can I also sit like you and do nothing all day long?" The crow answered: "Sure, why not." So, the rabbit sat on the ground below the crow, and rested. All of a sudden, a fox appeared, jumped on the rabbit and ate it. Management Lesson? To be sitting and doing nothing, you must be sitting very, very high up. LESSON NUMBER TWO A turkey was chatting with a bull. "I would love to be able to get to the top of that tree," sighed the turkey, "but I haven't got the energy." "Well, why don't you nibble on some of my droppings?" replied the bull. "They're packed with nutrients." The turkey pecked at a lump of dung and found that it actually gave him enough strength to reach the lowest branch of the tree. The next day, after eating some more dung, he reached the second branch. Finally after a fourth night, there he was proudly perched at the top of the tree. Soon he was promptly spotted by a farmer, who shot the turkey out of the tree. Management Lesson? Bullshit might get you to the top, but it won't keep you there. LESSON NUMBER THREE A little bird was flying south for the winter. It was so cold the bird froze and fell to the ground in a large field. While it was lying there, a cow came by and dropped some dung on it. As the frozen bird lay there in the pile of cow dung, it began to realize how warm it was. The dung was actually thawing him out! He lay there all warm and happy, and soon began to sing for joy. A passing cat heard the bird singing and came to investigate. Following the sound, the cat discovered the bird under the pile of cow dung, and promptly dug him out and ate him. Management Lesson? 1) Not everyone who shits on you is your enemy. 2) Not everyone who gets you out of shit is your friend. 3) And when you're in deep shit, it's best to keep your mouth shut! Here endeth your management course.    12:05:06 AM    comment []

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