Little boy, trapped in an old man's dying body.
trump’s people can read….as long as the words don’t have too many letters. 4 or 5 is optimum.
What seems cruel to the rabbit, is just tasty to the wolf.
Will there be a quiz on this?
My daughter likes the special K with strawberries, but she picks out the red lumps (her words). I know enough, not to ask why.
When I was a bachelor, i used to enjoy a bowl of weetabix, floating in nice cold Molson’s ale. Ah, the hedonistic days of youth! Where did they go?
Florida wasn’t worried, when it was New York getting hit in the teeth, they’re feeling a little different now.
This is what you get, when you worship a false and pagan god.
yoho was just demonstrating what you get from poor breeding.
It amazes me, how easily men sell their soul to Evil.
20 April 1653, London, England
It is high time for me to put an end to your sitting in this place,
which you have dishonored by your contempt of all virtue, and defiled by your practice of every vice.
Ye are a factious crew, and enemies to all good government.
Ye are a pack of mercenary wretches, and would like Esau sell your country for a mess of pottage, and like Judas betray your God for a few pieces of money.
Is there a single virtue now remaining amongst you? Is there one vice you do not possess?
Ye have no more religion than my horse. Gold is your God. Which of you have not bartered your conscience for bribes? Is there a man amongst you that has the least care for the good of the Commonwealth?
Ye sordid prostitutes, have you not defiled this sacred place, and turned the Lord’s temple into a den of thieves, by your immoral principles and wicked practices?
Ye are grown intolerably odious to the whole nation. You were deputed here by the people, to get grievances redressed, are yourselves become the greatest grievance.
Your country therefore calls upon me to cleanse this Augean stable, by putting a final period to your iniquitous proceedings in this House; and which by God’s help, and the strength he has given me, I am now come to do.
I command ye therefore, upon the peril of your lives, to depart immediately out of this place.
Go, get you out! Make haste! Ye venal slaves be gone! So! Take away that shining bauble there, and lock up the doors.
In the name of God, go!
Ah, yes history repeats it self, again and again.
Consider this…do you remember the shows that were good enough, so you watched them right through?
Or, waiting for the TV to warm up?