“Men are qualified for civil liberty in exact proportion to their disposition to put moral chains upon their own appetites…in proportion as they are more disposed to listen to the counsels of the wise and good, in preference to the flattery of knaves. Society cannot exist, unless a controlling power upon will and appetite be placed somewhere; and the less of it there is within, the more there must be without. It is ordained in the eternal constitution of things, that men of intemperate minds cannot be free. Their passions forge their fetters.” – Edmund Burke
From the waiting silence comes the memory Of a time when Iran was full of majesty. This storied land grasps for freedom, Not wishing to be a kingdom or a theocracy.
This time whispers the quietly reverent, This time, our push to rise will be different. The silence takes shape as if remembered From a time before the people were dismembered.
Separated by force and willful coercion, Unnatural politics, then religious extortion, From a nation's unique civilization. Now, we have reached Iran's modern nation.
Religion had been a hope of peace, But instead was the beast's release. Bringing more conflict and tyranny, Than ever in modern Persia's history.
This time is the whisper of a friend. It's time for the Islamic "republic" to end. The crown prince rises to speak in his position, One of credibility and real opposition.
Though accepting his figurehead as chief, The people seek political and economic relief. In a unity, mindful of the times of 1979, Every Iranian dreams of hope for this time.
This time is different is not just an expression. It is the roar against mechanisms of repression. The Supreme Leaders have lost their authority, And the Iranian people know their historic dignity.
Weakened by America's reawakened strength, The ayatollahs have reached their limited length. The best and wanted move is a velvet revolution. Fear can be toppled by a natural sense of evolution.
My daily prayers for a people that I once knew Is that the military joins as the calls renew. The people say this time it will be different. I join in that hope forever in love and reverent.
(c) January 9, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“The extravagant expenditure of public money is an evil not to be measured by the value of that money to the people who are taxed for it.”– Chester A. Arthur
I know my Lord Keeps moving me forward. He's the God of second chances, Be it moments of action, Or failed romances. He pushes me past dissatisfaction. Daring me a little further down the road, Past the limits that I've been told.
I quietly refuse the disrepair, Looking past the pits of deep despair, Looking for a little bit of sunshine, Toward the dreams that I can make mine. I know that I must keep going on To the point where all chances are gone, Until the day that the Lord calls me home. I'll find real love at last and never be alone.
All of my better angels keep calling, As life moves past my falling. So much wrong has been done, Though I keep following the Son. It's quite a distance; I've been driven. I'm grateful that I am forgiven. It's a confidence game of second-guessing. This is the sum of my confession.
Don't stand too long is what I've learned From all the times that I've been burned. Just keep on going is what life's taught, Doing my best with what I've brought. Keeping my eyes on whatever is sought, That's the best way to avoid being caught. The half I've learned and then forgotten, And it seems that's quite a lot.
There have been too many blows to my head, And quite a few times that I was left for dead. I didn't have enough sense to concede defeat. Instead, I always find my way back to my feet. After I left the military, it took 10 long years, In a self-made apocalypse of fallen tears, To find my soul once again, And now I know, Jesus is my dearest friend.
All of my better angels keep calling, As life moves past my falling. So much wrong has been done, Though I keep following the Son. It's quite a distance; I've been driven. I'm grateful that I am forgiven. It's a confidence game of second-guessing. This is the sum of my confession.
(c) January 8, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“Next to the right of liberty, the right of property is the most important individual right guaranteed by the Constitution and the one which, united with that of personal liberty, has contributed more to the growth of civilization than any other institution established by the human race.” – William Howard Taft
We should be extremely vigilant of the new socialist mayors in multiple cities to ensure that the right of property is duly respected. The rumblings out of New York City do not bode well for Western Civilization. Every legal effort should be made to make it clear, this American republic will not abide by the unconstitutional taking of private property from any group of people, “white” or not.
“A government for the people must depend for its success on the intelligence, the morality, the justice, and the interest of the people themselves.” – Grover Cleveland
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
ALOHA PROMISES FOREVER 