The past indicates the probability, And the rest, as they say, is history. We learn these things with humility. The passing days become our legacy.
The mercantile types take life without any need. The wise take this into account and pay heed. It's bad luck to act with greed, But what does this mean to those who can't read?
Reading the words tattooed on the subway walls, They stand out more than the neon signs call. Warning us all that the facade will possibly crumble, If we allow ourselves to be led by those who stumble.
All the signs were there and grimly bearing down. The captain's bravado made him look like a clown. Leftist fools are bragging that they've paid the cost. But they are only half aware of all that they've lost.
There is no use in protesting feigned innocence, When the price paid comes from insolence. Mercantile companies were too used to ceding victory, And too lazy to hazard a thought of a reversal of history.
It's a blessing to have dreams come true, Whether it comes by land or on the ocean blue. The brash will not heed the wisest warning, Though often times, we find this leads to mourning.
(c) September 13, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“We have no government armed with power capable of contending with human passions unbridled by morality and religion. Avarice, ambition, revenge, or gallantry, would break the strongest cords of our Constitution as a whale goes through a net. Our Constitution was made only for a moral and religious people. It is wholly inadequate to the government of any other.” – John Adams (1798)
In a fullness of love, Given to us from God above. We are given our freedom As we live in His kingdom.
At the sound of His name, We are lifted from all shame. His Love removes the stain, And we are declared not guilty of blame.
We know just where we have been, Back in the days we lived in sin. We won't backslide to there again, Once was enough for where we've been.
Anchored by His holy song, We know we are loved and understood. We trust our love where we belong, Walking our faith where others have stood.
Side by side, we are accountable To do all righteousness we are capable. Love, then, is our true measure. What is done for the least is our treasure.
We know just where we have been, Back in the days we lived in sin. We won't backslide to there again, Once was enough for where we've been.
We know that some learned the hard way. Consider the self as Exhibit A. There were times we were scared to live. But in the God-shine, we've learned to give.
Hindsight will never really let us go, Not in plain sight of truth's flow. We have learned this in our repentance While letting go of our reluctance.
We know just where we have been, Back in the days we lived in sin. We won't backslide to there again, Once was enough for where we've been.
(c) September 12, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“When people stop talking, that’s when you get violence. When people stop talking, that’s when civil war happens, because you start to think the other side is so evil and they lose their humanity.” – Charlie Kirk
“Resistance to tyranny becomes the Christian and social duty of each individual… Continue steadfast and, with a proper sense of your dependence on God, nobly defend those rights which heaven gave, and no man ought to take from us.” – John Hancock
Time comes at us with brutality, Not caring at all about our humanity. Every second comes with its own rush. The weakest of us feels the crush.
Cutting through the skin to the inside, Until it takes every part of our pride. That's life in all of its complexity. Still, some wonder why others have anxiety.
It's been twenty-four long years. It's funny how time flies and then disappears. The Twin Towers collapsed and fell down, Leaving travesty and devastation all around.
Amateur hour pushed us off our pedestal, Then they found out that we will fight and are able. We found out that some disputes can go on forever. And that sometimes we must be increasingly clever.
Some of this world's most irritating frictions Are based on misconceptions and needless fictions. These have been around for many thousands of years. It is the strategy of a war that never disappears.
It's been twenty-four long years. It's funny how time flies and then disappears. The Twin Towers collapsed and fell down, Leaving travesty and devastation all around.
We Americans, maybe we are too young to know. It will take some time for us to grow. It's tough to let some things go, And I suppose these are our pains as we grow.
We'll find our way to get along, And our enemies will learn we are American strong. Along life's wounded and drawn-out road, There are so many future stories to be told.
It's been twenty-four long years. It's funny how time flies and then disappears. The Twin Towers collapsed and fell down, Leaving travesty and devastation all around.
We promised to always remember. And so we do, every September. The business of violence is getting old. Our nation has new dreams to be told.
September 11, 2001, changed America forever. Still, it seems that it's more than clever To keep our patriotism for America unbroken, And this love for our nation continues to be spoken.
It's been twenty-four long years. It's funny how time flies and then disappears. The Twin Towers collapsed and fell down, Leaving travesty and devastation all around.
(c) September 11, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
” For if Men are to be precluded from offering their Sentiments on a matter, which may involve the most serious and alarming consequences, that can invite the consideration of Mankind, reason is of no use to us; the freedom of Speech may be taken away, and, dumb and silent we may be led, like sheep, to the Slaughter. “ – George Washington, the Newburg Address to the Officers of the Army | Saturday, March 15, 1783
“Without free speech, there is no such thing as truth. The moment you silence opposing voices, you destroy the foundation of democracy.” – Charlie Kirk
While opposed to our Constitutional Republic being referred to as “democracy”, give a listen to the YouTube video explaining how free speech and thought is a necessity for our society to function properly.
Without having so much as a college degree, Charlie offered the ideals of American philosophy. Bringing truth to the street of clever error, It's more than 7 years of bad luck from this broken mirror.
Touching hearts and guiding uninformed minds, True justice demands more than no one left behind. This mindless loss is one to the world's shame. It demands examination, frame by frame.
There is no better place to truly start Than to engage the young by mind and heart. The fragility of life is vapidly on display, Charlie Kirk's voice was stilled this day.
You can smell it in the putrid atmosphere That has replaced reasoned debate with fear. We can learn again to have civil, informed debate. Or we can lose our faith and live in clouded hate.
A high-powered round took Charlie's life - Fired by a violent thug who lives for strife. There's a madman on the run again - Whose malice violently took the nation's friend.
There is no better place to truly start Than to engage the young by mind and heart. The fragility of life is vapidly on display, Charlie Kirk's voice was stilled this day.
Nothing can be sadder than the loss of a dad. He influenced people through reason, not fad. No matter how far we pursue the extent of the law, If half the nation doesn't care or fails to recall
That our nation is based on the rule of law The murder of free expression isn't all That we lose as we kill the arbiter of debate. For the love of God, we must put away our hate.
There is no better place to truly start Than to engage the young by mind and heart. The fragility of life is vapidly on display, Charlie Kirk's voice was stilled this day.
Since when do we kill for limiting the government? Aren't free markets seen as an improvement? None of us wins by maintaining a failing status quo, Not when fuller freedom and liberty are the goal.
It isn't a crime to debate with efficiency. It isn't a shame to reach out efficiently. It's not American to promote or use political violence Words, not violence, are the path if we want benevolence.
There is no better place to truly start Than to engage the young by mind and heart. The fragility of life is vapidly on display, Charlie Kirk's voice was stilled this day.
(c) September 10, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
Heading out of Australia to escape this Aussie winter. First stop Japan, then UK/Ireland and if work doesn't call me back, onto Chicago. I will make it up as I go along
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