In Flanders fields the poppies grow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
— John McCrae, “In Flanders Field”
…and to update the sentiment:
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
— Robert Laurence Binyon, from “For The Fallen”
The Englishman sent me a link to this delightful interview under the title “We Are Not Worthy”, and we aren’t.
Ignore the dramatis personae of the piece (they’re all Brits, and even I only knew of a couple of them), and just enjoy the masterful invective and juicy insults as Dale Sure takes us through his multitude of satirical (and fake) Twitter personages.
I can but hope to be his student in the future, even if only in the matter of satire and insult. (I refuse to have anything to do with Twatter or Fecesbook. [sp?])
…and I don’t mean the actors playing them, I mean if the movie characters were actual people.
- Reverend Harry Powell (Robert Mitchum) in Night of The Hunter
- John Doe (Kevin Spacey) in Se7en
- DIana Christensen (Faye Dunaway) in Network
- Tony Manero (John Travolta) in Saturday Night Fever
- Any character ever played by Alan Alda.
I ignored all the bad guys in slasher movies, because I’ve never seen a slasher movie.
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When we have our pictures taken for ID docs like drivers’ licences in the U.S.A., we usually have the option of smiling or unsmiling poses. I tend to smile, because in repose I look like this:
That’s my picture as it appears on some British railcard ID — and it’s a perfect example of what my kids call my “hitman” expression. (I think it’s more like “Wanted In 25 States For Murder”, but that probably means the same thing, really.)
When I had said pic taken, the photographer told me that H.M. Government doesn’t allow smiling pictures on IDs, because if you smile, their facial-recognition software can’t identify you.
Ponder on the implications of that, if you will.
Happily, my passport photo is of Smiling Kim, so the BritGov may never be able to identify me — and as I have no intention of breaking any of their poxy little laws, there’s no problem with that… right?
One of the reasons to travel abroad is that we can see how other countries screw their citizens / subjects over, and we can therefore resist similar bullshit on the part of our own government, which is already too fucking big for its boots.
Now read this.
I post this article without comment, other than to tell people that this is why I chose to leave South Africa.
Read it all. Don’t weep.
I very seldom look at anything regarding members of the Kardashian coven, but the other day this particular pic caught my eye:
…and my immediate thought was: good grief, she’s got a fat ass. If she and that Lopez woman are responsible for women today going for butt imp[lants, she has a lot to answer for.
Only later did I notice the horrendous dye job. I will grant that as a brunette, this woman has a reasonably-pretty face (if you’re into that look). But as a blonde, she somehow manages to make herself even more trashy than she normally appears.
No man should. Ugh.