Am currently angry with Praeceptor, who told me to stop being so emotional about politics and to try and see the 'big picture.' Asked him if he meant the big picture wherein people die in senceless wars, or the one wherein women and homosexuals have no rights. He reiterated that I should stop being so emotional about politics.
Would have preferred roses. You have quite a guy indeed!
Aw, thank you! I just got them. Glad you mentioned it, because hotmail thought they were junk mail and routed them away from my inbox. You have now been safelisted. And thanks again!
My husband was a political science major. He claims that politicians are all straw men and politics are a game that support a borader System, the True Enemy.
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Date: 2004-11-03 08:11 pm (UTC)Would have preferred roses. You have quite a guy indeed!
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Date: 2004-11-04 06:31 am (UTC)What's his "big picture" of non-emotional politics?
*sigh* @}-------------- virtual rose for you.
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Date: 2004-11-04 08:17 am (UTC)My husband was a political science major. He claims that politicians are all straw men and politics are a game that support a borader System, the True Enemy.
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Date: 2004-11-04 08:19 am (UTC)Of the people, by the people, for the people only works if enough people believe.
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Date: 2004-11-12 02:54 pm (UTC)Roses red and roses white
Plucked I for my love’s delight.
She would none of all my posies--
Bade me gather her blue roses.
Half the world I wandered through,
Seeking where such flowers grew
Half the world unto my quest
Answered me with laugh and jest.
Home I came at wintertide,
But my silly love had died
Seeking with her latest breath
Roses from the arms of Death.
It may be beyond the grave
She shall find what she would have.
Mine was but an idle quest—
Roses white and red are best!
--Rudyard Kipling