"Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony"
"As we peer into society's future, we -- you and I, and our government -- must avoid the impulse to live only for today, plundering, for our own ease and convenience, the precious resources of tomorrow. We cannot mortgage the material assets of our grandchildren without risking the loss also of their political and spiritual heritage. We want democracy to survive for all generations to come, not to become the insolvent phantom of tomorrow."
Dwight David Eisenhower.
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In the councils of government, we must guard against the acquisition of unwarranted influence, whether sought or unsought, by the military-industrial complex.
The potential for the disastrous rise of misplaced power exists and will persist.
16 comments:
Happy Birthday to my favorite blogger!!!
Happy Birthday!
Uhhh, huh huh - you're old.
Happy Birthday, your dudeness. Have a couple of oat sodas for me.
Many happy returns, Mike. Enjoy it!
Hey, just cruised by your blog via VARB and wanted to say happy birthday! I LOVE YOUR IMPEACH BUSH BANNER!!!! That rocks!!
You go Guy. Party!
Happy Birthday and IMPEACH BUSH!
thanks, all of you, for the kind birthday wishes.
I had quite a fun weekend, and my headache this morning proves it.. :)
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Happy Birtday, sir!
I'm older than you. When you are my age, you become so slow you forget to visit friend's blogs and leave comments.
Where was I?
Is that your IQ?
(Couldn't resist.)
no, it's how many times it would take for me to whack you in the head with my dong before you had some sense knocked into you..
That's a huge underestimate.
I'd say that's at least a billion dong whacks before there's any sense in that empty head.
Please, your dong??? who the hell actually calls their pecker a dong these days.
Vella would know,he's an expert on whacking I'm sure.
It's called dong when it rings like a bell up against your vacuous head, you turkey-necked harpy.
Of course I'm an expert on whacking; let me see your empty skull and I'll whack the living daylights out of it.
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