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The Eagle's Eye |
Subject: Then An Eagle
This inspirational poem by my good friend Brian Faulkner, shows what
freedom means to those with the spirit to recognize and appreciate it,
and is a rallying cry to continue the battle for individualism and
liberty. I hope you enjoy it and draw strength from these powerful
words.
I listened, as though it were singing to me. He sang of the sky and the winds that are free, And I thought of my home as he sang to me. I thought of this land of good brave men Who carved man's rights with a sharp bold pen And buffeted kings right backward again. I thought of the coals in those seeing eyes That sparked men around them to fight and rise And stand up with pride under widening skies. I thought of man's energy, surging, spread out, Its fiery inventiveness never in doubt--- Tracks, bridges, highways flung brightly about! I thought of vast oceans of gold corn and wheat Waltzing the plains with their man-toil complete--- Sign of long-planning, and happy to be it. I thought of men walking and driving, alone, No master to whip them, no guilt to atone, No guide but the light of purpose---their own. I thought of the women, full free now to sing, "My life is all mine (Yay!) to do anything!" How lightly their steps went a-conquering! Then the strange bird flew from the top of the tree; I watched it, as though it were flying from me. He flew out of sight with the winds that are free, And I thought of my home as he flew from me. I thought of the bastards who'd broken with truth, Who'd thrown away honesty, courage and youth, Who'd sold out their souls for a damned polling booth. I thought of the altruists, covered with gore, Who hated man's living, his death wanted more, Who yearned to see all men hungry and poor. I thought of the men who just didn't care, Too busily pragmatic to doubt or to dare, But followed a groove to I-don't-know-where. I thought of the teachers, professors, in school, Who slighted our forefathers---food for a fool; Who conned, de-constructed, and felt they were cool. I thought of the force for which evilmen lust (While asking for patience, and love, and trust), All the while plotting a country gone bust. I thought of my life, my work and my right, My days full of gladness, my great love at night--- A long line of hardness and honor and light. Then an eagle flew down to the top of the tree And looked with a bold eye, fearless and free. Right into my soul he went looking at me, And I knew I would fight all the powers that be For my home of the brave and my land of the free!
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Fun in the Sun Bora Bora |
Subject: Back on the Clock....
I would like to tell you that my long absence from these pages was due
to something dramatic, such as a tragic illness, or involvement in acts
of international intrigue, or possibly even an important work
assignment which exhausted all of my time. But alas, the truth is
that I was merely screwing around — albeit in a really nice part
of the world!
It was my great fortune to fly down to Tahiti, where I helped
a friend leisurely sail his 60 foot catamaran
through French Polynesia,
then across the Pacific to the very remote Suwarrow Atoll, and from
there, further west to the Vava'u island group in
the Kingdom of Tonga.
But all of that is a story for another day.
In the meantime, while I checked out of all manner of contact with the
civilized (and I use that word very loosely) world for six weeks, I
left all of you in charge of things and you seem to have done a
credible job of management, as I found just about everything —
with the exception of Muammar Gaddafi — still reasonably intact.
And by the way, very nice job on your handling of the
spot price of gold while I was gone. Excellent work!
But whoa, what happened regarding the federal debt ceiling? I thought
we had agreed that we were not going to raise that sucker any further?
Seriously folks, I'm running out of space on the right for any more
digits!
So it appears that there is much to be done, and soon I will be back
to my old crotchity self, railing against lies, injustice and the
unconstitutional way. But before I jump back in, I want to share my
positive review of an excellent new novel, Hunter, written by
Robert Bidinotto, that I had the opportunity to read during my travels,
and which I highly recommend.
And no, you haven't heard the last of me! :-) |
