Way back in Nlovember 1966 "Stills" (I'm not sure if that is the Stills of Crosby, Stills and Nash, but I suspect that it is) wrote a song called "For What It's Worth" in a band called Buffalo Springfield. He was responding to a protest that had turned violent following the closing of the Pandora's Box nightclub on Sunset Strip. I don't know how to create a link to that song but if someone could post a link so that EVERYONE can hear Stills message, that would make this post complete. So help me out here Anons. I encourage every Anon who comes to this board today to take the time to play the song and listen to the lyrics because they could have been written while someone was observing the recent campus protests. I swear it is amazing that this is the song God wanted me to play this morning instead of my usual Christian music.
So let's keep a count of how many people actually respond when asked to do so. I'll be number one. Now who gets the unfortunate distinguishment of being #2?
If anyone knows a moderator, perhaps it should be pinned at the top like it was the first post of the day, all day, every day until we reach we at least ????? which will always reduce to the number 7.
The name Trump will always and forever vibrate to the number 7. The qualities of the number 7 is complete but not yet whole (the number 9 means whole - you have done it - you have won and that my friends is exactly where we are and in order to get to the number 9, we have to work a rather long and twisting path thru the number 8 which is infinity.
So let's see who all is paying attention. Post your "screen name" (whatever the fuck that is as I still don't understand the fucking difference between a username AND a screen name. Can anybody tell me what the fuck a "screen name is".
And with that I leave the challenge open. Unless the mods think that will give the demoncraps an idea of how many of us there are and don't want to release that information, but I say THIS IS WHAT WE HAVE FUCKING BEEN WAITING FOR - IT IS NOW OR FUCKING NEVER.
I've got volumes of poetry that I put in a box and stuck in the back of the closet because soooooo many friends, family and strangers criticized the fact that I prefer rhyming lyrics (and I've gotten pretty good at it over the years). It is very difficult to have both rhyme and rhythm in a poem but that is what I strive for. I have a small (3 x 5) "Rhyming Dictionary" that I quite literally carry with me as often as I can and certainly when I know I'm going to be writing poetry because it has "More than 30,000 Words, Glossary of Poetic Terms and Easy to Use."
Reading these lyrics just proves that rhyming lyrics can be great lyrics. Now I'm going to have to clean out that closet and find that dusty ole box of poetry.