Decision Points

I’m sure we’ve all done the “What if…?” mind dance.

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Far from the World, O Lord I flee,

From strife, and tumult far,

From scenes, where Satan wages still

His most successful war.

The calm retreat, the silent shade,

With prayer, and praise agree;

And seem, by thy sweet bounty made,

For those, who follow Thee.

There, if thy Spirit touch the Soul,

And grace her mean abode;

O with what peace, and joy, and love,

She communes with her God!

There, like the Nightingale she pours

Her solitary lays;

Nor asks a witness of her song,

Nor thirsts, for human praise.

Author, and Guardian of my life,

Sweet fount of light Divine!

And all endearing names, in One,

My Saviour I am thine!

What thanks I owe thee, and what love,

A boundless, endless store;

Shall echo thro’ the realms above,

When time shall be no more.

– William Cowper –

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Friday Discussion Poat!

Keeping BBF pinned to the top for today, I’ll try and remember to change it tomorrow late afternoon. Meanwhile, enjoy commenting! Yes, I know these are dated memes, deal with it! Think of it as a clearance post, half price!

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Tears for Memes

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Obama II: Cockfacefuckaloo

That last word seems made up but it isn’t. If you search for it on the intertitty you’ll find a wealth of information.

So Obama is back, and this time going to kick ass and use cliches, and he’s all out of cliches. The world is stuck like a deer in the headlights of a sixteen wheel suck mobile, paralyzed at his magnificence–or so the media would have you believe.

The truth, harder than a diamond, and as difficult to swallow as a giant bitter pill is that only a few people actually care; rich old liberals and black women. The rest of us are just trying to get on with our lives. The days of our lives, even.

So please, do us a favor, oh God Emperor of the Early Release Television Series, go the fuck away. Obama could build a speech generator using the words, ‘world, future, change, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, let us, hope, and destiny,’ bridged together with terrible sentence formations and almost no one would notice. Just put up a cardboard cut out and play side A of the tape called ‘Flattering Rich Crackers’ then flip it over to side B, ‘I am Black Also, and Understand You.’

Save everyone else some time, dickface. If we wanted to be talked down to or bored to death we’d use bad grammar in a blog post and wait for Hotspur to show up.








This man, right here, the one I’m pointing to…is a DICK!!!