I've always thought respectable people scoundrels, and I look anxiously at my face every morning for signs of my becoming a scoundrel.
Uh oh, it's beer o'clock, I think I'm sober. How about we think this over, over a can of King Cobra?
Catch a throatful from the fire vocal Ashing and molten glass like Eyjafjallajökull.
The motto goes: Sex, Drugs and Rock 'n' Roll. I prefer: Love, Hugs and Hip-Hop Soul.
There's four sides to every story. . . If these walls could talk, they'd probably still ignore me.
Scared of a bunch of water? Then get out the rain. Order a rapper for lunch, and spit out the chain.
Raise your right palm: We do solemnly swear To stack more dough more calmly this year.
Never before has a populist democracy attained international supremacy. But the pursuit of power is not a goal that commands popular passion, except in conditions of a sudden threat or challenge to the public's sense of domestic well-being. The economic self-denial (that is, defense spending) and the human sacrifice (casualties, even among professional soldiers) required in the effort are uncongenial to democratic instincts. Democracy is inimical to imperial mobilization.
So just to be truthful to my own sensibility, I need to acknowledge that the season is not all joy and light for a lot of people. It's tough - environmentally, emotionally, spiritually.
I'm coming to a sense of a women's movement which was extraordinarily important in the struggle for freedom in Ireland and immediately afterwards, but then some of those women who were involved in the movement got involved in representative positions and perhaps some of them got a bit distanced from the grassroots issues. But also the women's movement itself seemed to say, "No, we've got our own government, our own parties in power" and they sat back.
Thank God in advance for what's already yours.