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The Death Head of Night

The Death Head of Nightby Michael DoyleThere in the darkest of the 20th CenturyWere pages to learn from in our historySuch evil as was darker than the nightWhere our traditions still bring us lightNo matter what the king tells usTruth … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: An Election Is Nothing More Than the Advanced Auction of Stolen Goods

 “An election is nothing more than the advanced auction of stolen goods.” – Ambrose Bierce (1842-1914)

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Some Times We Can Wait No Longer

Some Times We Can Wait No Longerby Michael DoyleSocrates and Jesus took their last breathsAs each of these were put to their deathsAccused and tried for treason and blasphemyAnd in corrupting the young by truth’s divinityThe noble search and allegiance … Continue reading

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To Feel Again

To Feel Againby Michael DoyleI admire people who are unafraid to feelWho know the danger and yet keep it realIt is scary to feel that compulsive somethingBut it beats the feeling of nothingAs life hands us our challenging handA fate … Continue reading

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First Principles: A Man Who Has Nothing For Which He Is Willing To Fight, Nothing Which Is More Important Than His Own Personal Safety, Is A Miserable Creature and Has No Chance of Being Free Unless Made and Kept So By the Exertions of Better Men

“War is an ugly thing but not the ugliest of things; the decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feelings which thinks that nothing is worth war is much worse. A man who has nothing for which he is … Continue reading

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Around Every Corner

As I was driving down the eastern terminus of the Old National Road, it occurred to me… Around Every Corner by Michael Doyle Around every corner There is a story Down every street Hiding from its glory Just a bit … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: The Vilest Form of Self-Abasement and Self-Destruction Is the Subordination of Your Mind To the Mind of Another

“Independence is the recognition of the fact that yours is the responsibility of judgment and nothing can help you escape it—that no substitute can do your thinking—that the vilest form of self-abasement and self-destruction is the subordination of your mind … Continue reading

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First Principles: Nothing Is More Certain Than That A General Profligacy and Corruption of Manners Make A People Ripe For Destruction

“Nothing is more certain than that a general profligacy and corruption of manners make a people ripe for destruction. A good form of government may hold the rotten materials together for some time, but beyond a certain pitch, even the … Continue reading

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In Our Persistence

A fascinating presentation on cognition and how we’re all allegedly living in some sort of a shared hallucination that we call reality, led to this… In Our Persistence by Michael Doyle As I sit there listening My neurons sparkling and … Continue reading

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Life Taken By Slice

Life is filled with events that beg for good photographs that capture their essence.  Next in the series on photography and photograph composition. Life Taken By Slice by Michael Doyle Birthdays, weddings and holidays Special occasions in a million ways … Continue reading

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