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Tag Archives: Facts
The End of the Imperial Judiciary
The End of the Imperial Judiciaryby Michael DoyleIt’s the end of the imperial judiciaryAs we keep freedom as our legacy.No more will lawlessness prevailAs we salute freedom’s swell.A district court has less power than the president.It doesn’t matter who the … Continue reading
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Tagged Act, Common Sense, District Court, Divergent Views, End, Executive Policy, Facts, Fredom, History, Imperial Judiciary, Lawless ness, Legacy, Poetry and Poems, Power, Prescdent, President, Principles, Radical Left, Republic, Rule of Law, Separation of Powers, Stare Decisis, US Supreme Court, White Hourse
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Thought For the Day: Life Does Not Consist Mainly, Or Even Largely, of Facts Or Happenings. It Consists Mainly of the Storm of Thoughts That Is Forever Flowing Through One’s Head
“Life does not consist mainly, or even largely, of facts or happenings. It consists mainly of the storm of thoughts that is forever flowing through one’s head.” – Mark Twain
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Tagged Consist, Facts, Flow, Happenings, Head, Large, Life, Main, Mark Twain, Storm of Thoughts, Thought For the Day
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A Speculative Blush of History
A Speculative Blush of Historyby Michael DoyleIn part, science fiction involves mysteryOther times, speculation about historyWhat might have been or might well beHad things only turned out a bit differentlyAll the casual moments of interpretationOf events real and in the … Continue reading
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Tagged Blush, Deduction, Depcition, Differently, Facts, Fictive, Historical Speculation, History, Imagination, Interpretation, Machination, Mystery, Observation, Perspective, Poetry and Poems, Reconstrution, Science, Science Fiction, Speculative, Templates, Theory, War and Peace
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How Much Law Is Enough Law?
How Much Law Is Enough Law?by Michael DoyleIt is no secret that laws weren’t to be numerousNor were our laws meant to be written as voluminous Every one of our Founding Fathers made that clearWhen they said as much and … Continue reading
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Tagged Aspiration, Average Man, Clear, Command, Complex, Complexity, Demand, Expected, Explode, Explore, Facts, Founding Fathers, Freedom and Liberty, Glory, Graze, Hand, Human Story, Law, Maze, Measure, Measures, Nation, National Goal, Needed, Numerous, Ordinary Americans, Our Republic, Our Soul, Outrages, Pages, Poetry and Poems, Qualitative, Quantitative, Rationale, Regulatory Law, Rejected, Seldom, Simplicity, Soul, The People, Tolerated, Tyrannical, Understand, Voluninous, Written
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Friends of Mine Like Poetry
Friends of Mine Like Poetryby Michael DoyleFriends of mine like a little poetryMixed in with their misguided militancy,There is something to the spin reelingWho needs the facts when there are feelingsIt’s a little less about working things outAnd more about … Continue reading
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Tagged Atrocities, Check the Facts, Christian Arabs, Death, Death Tolls, Drinking, Facts, Feelings, Foreign Public, Friends of Mine, HastagLines, Human Shields, Islamists, Known, Militant Actions, Misguided Militancy, Multiple Layers, Muslim Acts, No Tomorrow, Palestine, Palestinian Deaths, Poetry and Poems, Shown, Sober Thinking, Sorrow, Spew, Spin, Spoon-Fed, Suffering, Surprise, Trauma, Untrue Truths, Watercooler Topic, Working Things Out
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First Principles: Facts Are Stubborn Things; and Whatever May Be Our Wishes, Our Inclinations, Or the Dictates of Our Passions, They Cannot Alter the State of Facts and Evidence
“Facts are stubborn things; and whatever may be our wishes, our inclination, or the dictates of our passions, they cannot alter the state of facts and evidence.” – John Adams (1770)
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Tagged Alter, Dictates, Evidence, Facts, First Principls, Inclinations, John Adams, Passions, State, Stubborn Things, Wishes
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Politically Incorrect Revisited
Politically Incorrect Revisitedby Michael DoyleIs there some kind of fearThat we the people might persevereInto the rapid-fire shaking upCrystalized by making upToo many improvised linesSliding through topical landminesIn an approximation of real-timeThat edges up into the sublimeIt’s that take no … Continue reading →