Credo
"Sign on, young man, and sail with me. The stature of our homeland is no more than the measure of ourselves. Our job is to keep her free. Our will is to keep the torch of freedom burning for all. To this solemn purpose we call on the young, the brave, the strong, and the free. Heed my call, Come to the sea. Come Sail with me." -- John Paul Jones
"Pardon him, Theodotus; he is a barbarian, and thinks that the customs of his tribe and island are the laws of nature" --George Bernard Shaw, "Caesar and Cleopatra"
"And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music."--Friedrich Nietzsche
"A kind Providence has placed in our breasts a hatred of the unjust and cruel, in order that we may preserve ourselves from cruelty and injustice. They who bear cruelty, are accomplices in it. The pretended gentleness which excludes that charitable rancour, produces an indifference which is half an approbation. They never will love where they ought to love, who do not hate where they ought to hate."--Edmund Burke
“You say that it is your custom to burn widows. Very well. We also have a custom: when men burn a woman alive, we tie a rope around their necks and we hang them. Build your funeral pyre; beside it, my carpenters will build a gallows. You may follow your custom. And then we will follow ours.”--General Sir Charles Napier
"Μολὼν λαβέ" -- Leonidas
"Blogito Ergo Sum" -- Neptunus Lex
All the best Lex. Here’s a toast to you and your family having a peaceful renewing Christmas holiday.
Merry Christmas Lex
Merry Christmas to you and yours, Lex.
Godspeed Lex and Family! Merry Christmas as you come east – we’ve put out mild temperatures and sunshine for you…enjoy.
Merry Christmas to you and yours, Lex. Safe travels.
Here’s to safe and uneventful travel… and a blessed Christmas season for you and your kin.
Merry Christmas! *hug*
Merry Christmas everyone!
A Merry Christmas and a belated Hannukkah Tov to Lex,the LEX-BABES( you know who you are),the Gentlemen of Lex(the LEX-GENTS??) and of course their families. My the comming new year bring you all joy and happiness you deserve as we continue in our noble quest for eternal enlightenment and the perfect snark…Best
Hey, Snake, I take this to mean that you have finally submitted and now officially recongize the existence of the – I don’t know about the term LEX-GENTS, doesn’t quite match with LEX-BABES, does it – Men of Lex.
I have really enjoyed the give and take (or was that thrust and parry) of the comments, have thought a lot, learned a lot, laughed a lot and even feel like I have made some new friends in the past few months. A very Merry Christmas to you all.
Merry Christmas and a safe, healthy, happy New Year to you and yours, Lex.
“A Soldier’s Silent Night”
A friend sent me this today. Thought that this was a very appropriate place to post it. Click on the link to hear it beautifully read.
http://www.soldiersilentnight.com/
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“A Soldier’s Silent Night”
A friend sent me this today. Thought that this was a very appropriate place to post it. Click on the link to hear it beautifully read.
http://www.soldiersilentnight.com/
‘Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone,
In a one-bedroom house made of plaster and stone.
I had come down the chimney, with presents to give
and to see just who in this dwelling did live.
As I looked all around, a strange sight to see,
no tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.
No stocking on the mantle, just boots filled with sand.
On the wall hung pictures of far distant lands.
Medals and badges, awards of every kind,
a sobering thought came alive in my mind.
This house was different, it was dark, it was dreary.
I had found the home of a soldier, I could see that most clearly.
The soldier lay sleeping silent, alone.
Curled up on the floor in his one-bedroom home.
His face was so gentle, room in such disorder,
Not at all how I pictured a U.S. soldier.
Was this the hero, of whom I’d just read?
Curled up on a poncho, a floor for a bed?
Then I realized the other families that I saw this night
Out there lies the soldiers who are willing to fight.
In the morning around the world, children would play
Grown-ups would celebrate a bright Christmas day
But they all enjoyed freedom, each month through the year,
because of soldiers like the one lying here.
I couldn’t help but wonder how many lay alone,
on a cold Christmas Eve, in lands far from home.
The very thought brought a tear to my eye.
and I dropped to my knees and I started to cry.
The soldier awakened, I heard his rough voice,
“ Santa, don’t cry, this life is my choice
I fight for freedom, I don’t ask for more.
My life is my God, my country, my Core.”
The soldier rolled over, and drifted to sleep,
I couldn’t control it, and I continued to weep.
I kept watch for hours, so silent and still.
as both of us shivered from the cold night’s chill.
I didn’t want to leave him on that cold, dark night.
This guardian of honor, so willing to fight.
Then the soldier rolled over with a voice soft and pure.
He whispered, “Carry on Santa, it’s Christmas Day, all secure.”
One look at my watch and I knew he was right,
Merry Christmas my friend,
May God bless you this night.
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1 John 1:5
This is the message we have heard from him and declare to you: God is light; in him there is no darkness at all.
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Merry Christmas, Lex. I hope you find light and joy with your loved ones.
SF,
ASM826