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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Normatives Shown

Normatives Shownby Michael DoyleAddressing bits of truth,In this age of managed publicity,Has since my youthBeen a matter of building a legacy.Thinking on one’s feetOn the slip of a slippery slope,Helps a man escape self-deceit,Even as he hangs from his last … Continue reading

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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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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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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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Your Mother’s Love Is Lying

Your Mother’s Love Is Lyingby Michael DoyleThere is so much assumed as basic factAnd from these, we choose how to reactAccuracy is important from our conceptionYou’d be surprised at the level of deceptionAs with these things lending toward ready detectionThere … Continue reading

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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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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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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

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On the Wrong Side of the Tracks

On the Wrong Side of the Tracksby Michael DoyleJust south Of Desolation BoulevardOn the wrong side Of those rusted tracksIs a place we knowWhere the kids all goAnd the traffic’s slowWhere hearts beat forever Than the speed of lightOn the … Continue reading

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