Thursday, February 10, 2011

Seize is just another word for............

February 10, 2011
Colorado, USA

THEFT We do not need another lame-brain slogan... we do not need the VP living out some sort of warped childhood conductor dream... we do not need Mrs Obama packing a lunch for us... (although, if we build Obama-Trains, we're all going to have to pack a lunch because no one will have lunch money)...we do not need words... words... and more words... you can stuff Obama's new word for government theft (seize) in your pockets along with Obama's hope and see if any change comes out in the wash... sigh. What we need are boots because the BS is so deep in Washington... well you get my drift...

Monday, February 7, 2011

Just for the record... it is "o'er the ramparts we watched"...

February 7, 2011
Colorado, USA

Another stellar RB (roseanne barr) Super Bowl moment. What's bad is it was not the worst performance of the night... the halftime show was just downright painful! I don't usually get into the right and left fight but I'm thinking some good ol, well grounded conservative country and western music (I'm not a big C&W fan) would have served our country better last night. At least, they might have got the lyrics right. Good grief!

The Star Spangled Banner
In 1814, Francis Scott Key wrote the poem, Defense of Fort McHenry. The poem was later put to the tune of (John Stafford Smith's song) The Anacreontic Song, modified somewhat, and retitled The Star Spangled Banner. Congress proclaimed The Star Spangled Banner the U.S. National Anthem in 1931.

Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hail'd at the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars, thro' the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watch'd, were so gallantly streaming?And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof thro' the night that our flag was still there.
O say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?

On the shore dimly seen thro' the mists of the deep,
Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam,
In full glory reflected, now shines on the stream:
'Tis the star-spangled banner: O, long may it wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion
A home and a country should leave us no more?
Their blood has wash'd out their foul footsteps' pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave:
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

O, thus be it ever when freemen shall stand,
Between their lov'd homes and the war's desolation;
Blest with vict'ry and peace, may the heav'n-rescued land
Praise the Pow'r that hath made and preserv'd us a nation!
Then conquer we must, when our cause is just,
And this be our motto: "In God is our trust"
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!