“Where there is no law, there is no liberty; and nothing deserves the name of law but that which is certain and universal in its operation upon all the members of the community.” – Benjamin Rush (1788)
We see this evidenced everywhere that Soros financed District Attorneys are failing to enforce law and in every corner of society in which police officers are being ‘defunded’ or otherwise maligned.
The Sting of A Yellow Jacket
by Michael Doyle
Naughty narrative braids together
A story of coming of age but better
Two tracks made into one story
Neither of them qualifying for glory
High school drama can be brutality
Even without its incessant fatality
As childhood comes to its ends
It becomes harder to tell who is a friend
In a lethal stew of hormones and gore
There is the question that implores
Why is it an endless absurdity to process
However ennobled are the intentions we profess
The time in the woods, it still lingers
As our dreams slipped through our fingers
The growing pains of childhood left its scars
As we laid back counting wished on stars
Campfire sparks itself into dying embers
As if it was funny that no one remembers
All the things we swore to one another
Are now just dreams we've long since smothered
An instability stings itself into the anarchy
As watched threads dissemble from the hierarchy
A cannibalistic cult transforms from the start
As friends tear each other savagely far apart
Losing touch with all that was once thought true
It's compelling to watch the negotiation in view
Anxieties grind into the twists of the ironic
Each believer clinging to what was once iconic
There is a simple barbarity to the complexity
That passes itself off as if it were simplicity
The indolence inside is the toxicity brewing
In its precise forms of emotional undoing
The time in the woods, it still lingers
As our dreams slipped through our fingers
The growing pains of childhood left its scars
As we laid back counting wished on stars
Campfire sparks itself into dying embers
As if it was funny that no one remembers
All the things we swore to one another
Are now just dreams we've long since smothered
(c) January 27, 2022 Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved
“All men having power ought to be distrusted to a certain degree.” – James Madison (1787)
“An unlimited power to tax involves, necessarily, a power to destroy; because there is a limit beyond which no institution and no property can bear taxation.” – John Marshall, 1819
“Science is more than a body of knowledge; it is a way of thinking. I have a foreboding of an America in my children’s or grandchildren’s time — when the United States is a service and information economy; when nearly all the key manufacturing industries have slipped away to other countries; when awesome technological powers are in the hands of a very few, and no one representing the public interest can even grasp the issues; when the people have lost the ability to set their own agendas or knowledgeably question those in authority; when, clutching our crystals and nervously consulting our horoscopes, our critical faculties in decline, unable to distinguish between what feels good and what’s true, we slide, almost without noticing, back into superstition and darkness.” – Carl Sagan, astronomer and author (1934-1996)
With all due respect, when those claiming to follow science decry those who question what is passing for science though disproven every other day almost, these persons doing so are no longer following science but asserting false dogma and insisting the People cultishly follow their self-appointed high priests of false knowledge.
“There are more instances of the abridgment of the freedom of the people by gradual and silent encroachments of those in power than by violent and sudden usurpations.” – James Madison, speech to the Virginia Ratifying Convention, 1788
A Mix Inside the Mix
by Pure Love and Michael Romani
Look inside the mirror
What you see is only surface
To believe it is to be in error
And only see the face
Inside every line is the trace
Of a life lived in grace
Filled with memories to embrace
Imbued with every living trace
Of places seen
And songs heard
The experience of being
Crossed lines now blurred
(c) January 25, 2022 Pure Love & Michael Romani
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“For it is a habit of mankind to entrust to careless hope what they long for, and to use sovereign reason to thrust aside what they do not fancy.” – Thucydides (c.455-c.400 BC)
“National defense is one of the cardinal duties of a statesman.” – John Adams (1815)
Under the Potter's Hands
by Michael Doyle
Under the potter's hands
He forms the clay
We talk, He understands
We live yet another day
In our time, we fold hands
Across the world, in many lands
Talking to God quietly
Rescued from myself politely
God in His purpose and mercy
Corrects our daily history
Amazed in the grace given
Living the love of the forgiven
We stand together sharing our burdens
Knowing the love, however we are hurting
Checking our own hearts to ensure we're right
Marking of our own lives, the best of light
Keeping in our hearts the essence of the law
Of the Lord above as guidance for us all
These are the words that lead to wisdom
And are the keys to our Father's Kingdom
(c) January 24, 2022 Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved
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