Hello brothers! and sisters

[SouthernUnkleRitchie]

I am on a mission from God.

I love you all.

I'm here to save the world.

[Jack]

Aren't you that asshole that sucked up to 'ThatOwlWoman' and made everybody think you were a sock of hers? (Jesus, that name is right on the tip of my tongue, I'll think of it in a minute)

[Jack]

'TDS'. Yes. That's it.

[TOP]

Aren't you that asshole that sucked up to 'ThatOwlWoman' and made everybody think you were a sock of hers? (Jesus, that name is right on the tip of my tongue, I'll think of it in a minute)

Yep...Not her sock? Just another recruit?

[Jack]

Yep...Not her sock? Just another recruit?

'Surrogates'. Did you ever see the movie "Surrogates" with Bruce Willis? That's what it's coming to ... surrogates. Pretty soon the JPP will be filled with surrogates.
(I wonder if the JPP Forum Members have ANY idea what they are in for?)

[Jade Dragon]

'Surrogates'. Did you ever see the movie "Surrogates" with Bruce Willis? That's what it's coming to ... surrogates. Pretty soon the JPP will be filled with surrogates.
(I wonder if the JPP Forum Members have ANY idea what they are in for?)

Surrogates? Now, and in the past as well, he just changed names mostly.

[Mason Michaels]

Yep...Not her sock? Just another recruit?

Beware this woman is scum

[Legion]

Beware this woman is scum

It's TDS, idiot. He knows who everyone is. He just changed his name.

[SouthernUnkleRitchie]

It's TDS, idiot. He knows who everyone is. He just changed his name.

Bless you my brother.

[SouthernUnkleRitchie]

No abounding of material prosperity shall avail us if our spiritual senses atrophy The foes of our own househole will surely prevall against us unless there be in our people an inner life which finds its outer expression in a morality like unto that preached by the seers and prophets of God when the grandeur that was Greece and the glory that was Rome still lay in the future. T. Roosevelt

Bless you all!

[SouthernUnkleRitchie]

For whom the bell tolls a poem
(No man is an island) by John Donne


ALL LIVES MATTER!


No man is an island,
Entire of itself.
Each is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manor of thine own
Or of thine friend's were.
Each man's death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee.

The words of the original passage are as follows:

John Donne

"No man is an iland, intire of it selfe; every man is a peece of the Continent, a part of the maine; if a clod bee washed away by the Sea, Europe is the lesse, as well as if a Promontorie were, as well as if a Mannor of thy friends or of thine owne were; any mans death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankinde; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee...."

[SouthernUnkleRitchie]

O Captain! My Captain!
BY WALT WHITMAN
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

n/a
Source: Leaves of Grass (David McKay, 1891)

[SouthernUnkleRitchie]

[SouthernUnkleRitchie]

"Even the greatest of delights without the least of restrictions will quickly cease to satisfy. A pristine joy, like sex, made common and base is merely a defiled and repulsive thing" Robert Louis Stevenson

We cannot allow a person of moral turpitude to be that role model.

[RB 60]