Between working my ass off this week and pfutzing about with various freelancing crap, I'm completely dry. (shudder) I can't seem to get my head into it this week.
So I'm sorry, guys. I'll probably backlog at some point to fill it in, but for now... my bad.
Also, I'm moving posting day to Thursday. Trying to write right after a Sunday night shift is like trying to piss into a thimble.
November 14, 2008
November 4, 2008
It's Only One Step
Well, we did it. We've elected Barack Obama to the highest office that we know of here in the States. And not only that, the Democrats control both the House and the Senate. We're at a critical place here, ladies and gentlemen. This is the time to get things done.
So what now?
I really hope someone out there's got a plan, because this is just one step in a long, long road - not just for our economy or our boys "over there", but for our bloody dignity as Americans.
Good luck, Mr. President. You're gonna need it.
It's Only One Step
Faith, (known as Hoping It Were So)
prevailed. And so we cheer, we take the streets
in our gigantic hands, we hold them sweet,
and on, the Faithful march in messy rows.
"Change!" we cry! Our Hope to over-throw
what was before consumes us with conceit,
our new-lust foams our breath, our mouths excrete
the strangest of the blessings that we know.
But through it all, there infiltrates a wraith
of shaken nerves, the road ahead's reply.
"What now?" a voice cries out; it could be any
of us here, the Faithful - we are many.
Slow, but true, we ask with tongues and eyes
this question. And once more we turn to Faith.
So what now?
I really hope someone out there's got a plan, because this is just one step in a long, long road - not just for our economy or our boys "over there", but for our bloody dignity as Americans.
Good luck, Mr. President. You're gonna need it.
It's Only One Step
Faith, (known as Hoping It Were So)
prevailed. And so we cheer, we take the streets
in our gigantic hands, we hold them sweet,
and on, the Faithful march in messy rows.
"Change!" we cry! Our Hope to over-throw
what was before consumes us with conceit,
our new-lust foams our breath, our mouths excrete
the strangest of the blessings that we know.
But through it all, there infiltrates a wraith
of shaken nerves, the road ahead's reply.
"What now?" a voice cries out; it could be any
of us here, the Faithful - we are many.
Slow, but true, we ask with tongues and eyes
this question. And once more we turn to Faith.
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