Wasn't gonna post here drunk 001b

From a comment over at Ace of Spades....


Why shan't we import the Irish and Scots and Germans into an emptying Detroit for instance?

It's, ahem, fucking worked before you know, eh?


I only even saw on the mo-foing CBC how to buy a real, live great house for two thousand dollars there. Only 900 dollars for a new family house. Why aren't Micks'a' Thousand coming here?

I didn't know Detroit had 2 million people what, twenty years ago?

And now it's down to 800 thousand people. A multi-million people city is turning into a
ghost-city.

From within. Fucking Zombie City Room. In the Dead of Night. Bring us again those hungry and weary and yearning for liberty masses from those who withstood at the Gates of Vienna.

Let it become New Amstercastle.

Some, somewhere, together, all of us believers and lovers of liberty, must unite against the tyrannies encircling the globes above and below the Earth.

A thirsty, starving Republic needs better food than the fodder Democracy tosses it into the troughs of the continuing corruption of certain too old Districts.

Funny though, I've more than once read of capital ideas in Richmond. (Cool how Louis Riel liked to play Cribbage. Lower Fort Garry Museum is an excellent place to recall Manitoba's unique heritage of liberty and its defense thereof .)

Yes, actually, we've got our martyr here at least.

He's a Christian. Half-white, half-Indian. Louis Riel. Got fucking hanged by our Ottawa government. Here in Manitoba. Fucking Federalists. Fuck them and the lengths of federalist papers they enforce us to sign.

But, perseverance is required.

Ha ha, for only then, if only, they Arose and

Slew the Dragon that had accosted them from

over a thousand years ago.

And Canada has Dehli too - it is not New here. They too have stood their stands.

Unstoppable when we unite. Hope prays for our deliverance.

And, to quote fucking Journey already, dammit, "Don't stop believing, don't stop
believing..."

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Dude, go to bed already. It's not like it's actual Ambrosia bottled...

Wasn't gonna post here drunk 001a

My dear darling wife and I went to a wedding today. It was for a beautiful couple who "outstands" in our community's circles too.

The reason? Because of their friendship, adoration, and smiling love.

And this, dearest all, this love and dearest happiness is to be, can't help but be, further shone.

Oh yes, there's the three couples who are shining now.

These cats who everybody notices, and sees what love should be like. That's the fuckin' representin' goin' on.

Oh, and that the people can make it without government mandating their futures.

Free enterprise holds onto freedom tighter, deeper, further, longer, than the best of any government ever has.

Let freedom reign!

A positive word about hip-hop

As there is with all music, there's different types of hip-hop. Some is ugly and disdainful. Some is sad and scary. But some hip-hop is uplifting and actually quite filled with traditional values.

When I'm in the mood for that kinda beat, that's the hip-hop I listen to, and it can actually elevate and inspire, and even solidify godly foundations.

I find a lot of that in Latino hip-hop especially. (Plus I've always had a thing for that Latin brass horn kinda sound that you find in some of this music.) There's ideas about monogamous love, and not misogynistic sexual prowess. About the desire to make your girlfriend a wife, about family, and loyalty, about God and community, about enjoying the blessings of life.

Now not every line in every song like that will be a perfect reflection of all things good and pure, and there's often a lot of rough language, and some, ahem, "drug use" and things like that, but I don't like to throw out the proverbial baby, so I try not to let that dissuade me from gleaning the good things out of life. (Who was it who said about the poem actually being what the reader gets from it?)

So yes, you have to exercise your powers of discretion and conscience, because certainly not all hip-hop is beneficent, or uplifting, and you have to search it out to find it, just like anything in life.

But, that all said, some favourite hip-hop artists with tunes that echo these ideals (or are just a lot of fun to listen to) would be, Lil Rob's Neighborhood Music, Just One Of Your Kisses, Can We Ride (one of the tunes my darling wife and I shared with the the town on our Wedding Drive), Summer Nights, Barely Getting By, and Drinking On My Driveway. (Drinking On My Driveway, fucking love that song! See, there's the ideas of liberty and private property and freedom and kinship and pride of tradition and value of humour, and much more, all wrapped up in a fun and alcohol-blessed motif.)

Lil Menace has a coupla songs I like to put in my playlist too. There's Throw Up Your Hood (I was cruising through the neigbourhoods last summer in my beautiful black Buick with that tune pumping, and as I got about half a block from the turn I was going to take, I noticed a couple of kids playing on the corner yard. The one boy, guess he musta been about 10, was watching my car and dancing to the music as I drove by. Man, that put a good smile on my face, and we just looked at each other as I drove by. Heh, I bet he's gonna appreciate some blessings when he grows up.)

Lil Menace also has the somber and moving Firme Memories, I listened to that and Kid Frost's Smile Now, Die Later (aka Family Thing) alot after my Mom followed my Dad to the grave last summer.

Gotta love Kemo the Blaxican's song La Receta, it'll always bring all the wonderful times of my Wedding year right back to me whenever I hear it.

Dr. Dre's Ain't Nuthin but a "G" Thang really hits the spot sometimes, unlike any other song (whenever we go to the local bar I always have to put it on in the big jukebox there), and of course, The Ghetto Boys have the anthemic Damn It Feels Good to be a Gangsta. Also, you can't forget the classic from Snoop, Gin 'n Juice, or a Friday after work favourite, Ice Cube's Today Was A Good Day.

In fact, I'm eagerly looking forward to stepping out on the deck tonight yet, (it's still Friday night to me!) and having a few more drinks with some excellent music to inspire and entertain me!

Cheers and blessings to all!

These days

Keep the faith. Let not your heart be troubled.

Remember the Lord bade Solomon be king to pave the way for David.

See, every tyrant falls.

In the meantime, all we can do ourselves, is "Fight the good fight," as my dearly departed old man used to always say.

Share the light and love the truth.

And enjoy life.

Now I'm going to have my last Underberg, (nice to find them now in our local liquor store), open another beer, and reread the poem Ozymandias by Percy Bysshe Shelley:

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
`My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.