Musings of the Chronologically Challenged™ Fourth Generation
Wednesday, November 17, 2004
Most humans truly are like sheep,
Wanting nothing more than peace to keep.
To graze, grow fat and raise their young,
Sweet taste of clover on the tongue.
Their lives serene upon Life’s farm,
They sense no threat nor fear no harm.
On verdant meadows, they forage free
With naught to fear, with naught to flee.
They pay their sheepdogs little heed
For there is no threat; there is no need.
To the flock, sheepdogs are mysteries,
Roaming watchful round the peripheries.
These fang-toothed creatures bark, they roar
With the fetid reek of the carnivore,
Too like the wolf of legends told,
To be amongst our docile fold.
Who needs sheepdogs? What good are they?
They have no use, not in this day.
Lock them away, out of our sight;
We have no need of their fierce might.
But sudden in their midst a beast
Has come to kill, has come to feast.
The wolves attack; they give no warning
Upon that calm September morning.
They slash and kill with frenzied glee
Their passive helpless enemy
Who had no clue the wolves were there
Far roaming from their Eastern lair.
Then from the carnage, from the rout,
Comes the cry, “Turn the sheepdogs out!”
Thus is our nature but too our plight
To keep our dogs on leashes tight
And live a life of illusive bliss,
Hearing not the beast, his growl, his hiss.
Until he has us by the throat,
We pay no heed; we take no note.
Not until he strikes us at our core
Will we unleash the Dogs of War
Only having felt the wolf pack’s wrath
Do we loose the sheepdogs on its path.
And the wolves will learn what we’ve shown before;
We love our sheep, we Dogs of War.
2d Bn, 327th Parachute Infantry Regiment
101st Airborne Division
Four Candles...Peace, Faith, Love and Hope...
[Thanks to Kristi, Greenville, NC]
Your work is to discover your work and then, with all your heart, to give yourself to it. ~~Buddha
We must learn to live together as brothers or perish together as fools. ~~Martin Luther King, Jr.
>^..^< To the Marine who shot first and investigated later: Illegitimi non carborundum. UPDATE Been wanting to know where to make your voice heard? Here's the petition. Sign here. Link from Iraq War Today. Thanks, Patti.
>^..^< And also Saepius Exertus, Semper Fidelis, Frater Infinitas. Looked in HERE lately?
>^..^< Under Construction. Opening Soon.
>^..^< Both GOCs are in rare form today. Check #1 here and #2 here.
Six Little Old Ladies
I passed by the nursing home and there were six old ladies lying naked in the front grass. I thought this was a little peculiar, but continued on my way because it's a long walk and I wanted to get it over with before it got truly hot again today.
On my way back, the ladies were still lying in the yard. To quench my curiosity, I went inside and asked to speak to the director of the facility. When I asked him if he knew there were six naked old ladies lying on his front lawn, he replied, "Yes, I know. They're retired prostitutes and they're having a yard sale."