He maybe a Car Fox... but he's still a FOX! Hehehe Ya I wish... just an old hermit who never gets any cawk

Hooves Discord
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Hillery threatened to go all Vince Foster on his ass... and that poor old Commie didn't wanta be found dead in a park know one knew was there until he was found dead in it...

So y'all don't trust malevolent deceitful Hillery, can't stomach ego maniacal Trump... Vote none of the above... VOTE LIBERTARIAN... Vote Gary Johnson

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So you can have a pet porcupine, and you can own a rubber raft. However you can't take your pet porcupine for a ride in yer rubber raft without getting all wet...

Don't the hours grow shorter as the days go by
You never get to stop and open your eyes
One day you're waiting for the sky to fall
The next you're dazzled by the beauty of it all
When you're lovers in a dangerous time
Lovers in a dangerous time

These fragile bodies of touch and taste
This vibrant skin -- this hair like lace
Spirits open to the thrust of grace
Never a breath you can afford to waste
When you're lovers in a dangerous time
Lovers in a dangerous time

When you're lovers in a dangerous time
Sometimes you're made to feel as if your love's a crime --
But nothing worth having comes without some kind of fight --
Got to kick at the darkness 'til it bleeds daylight
When you're lovers in a dangerous time
Lovers in a dangerous time
And we're lovers in a dangerous time

Bruce Cockburn if yer to young ta knows it
Lovers in a dangerous time


Its time that those of us who are so often the target of deadly attack, arm our-self, defend those who love and those less capable with deadly force when necessary. I'm Queer and I'm the N.R.A

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Once I lived the life of a millionaire,
Spent all my money, I just did not care.
Took all my friends out for a mighty good time,
Bought bootleg whiskey, champagne and wine.

But then I began to fall so low,
Lost all my good friends, I did not have nowhere to go.
I ever get my hands on a dollar again,
I'm gonna hang on to it till that eagle grins.
'Cause no, no, nobody knows you
When you're down and out.
In your pocket, not one penny,
And as for friends haha, you aint got any.
When you finally get back up on your feet again,
Funny thing... everybody wants to be your old long-lost friend.
I said it's mighty strange, without a doubt,
How nobody knows you when you're down and out.
When you finally get back upon your feet again,
Everybody wants to be your good old long-lost friend.
Said it's mighty strange,
Nobody knows you,
Nobody knows you,
Nobody knows you when you're down and out...

"You're going to come across people in your life who will say all the right words at all the right times. But in the end, it's always their actions you should judge them by. It's actions,not words, that matter, a Fake Friend is an enemy in disguise."
Don't come askin'As some of you know I'm old and broke down, physically unable to work anymore.

And of course no work means no money, so I is poor and must rely on the kindness of loved ones on whom I'm a enormous burden. 'Oh boo hoo cry me a river Hoovie we all have our troubles...' this is true I'm not tell you this to make ya cry for me.
I don't need nor want yer damned pity, so put it back in yer trendy ruck sack.
I am just explain why I have been absent so long and why my work has in many
ways deteriorated. The ol' brain is only firing on seven cylinder and sometimes
much less depending on many factors. It sometimes makes me long to wander off...
in pain a lot both physical and mental. But that's my burden don't wanta shove
any off on you guys, just explaining things... now bugger off ya bastards,bugger off ;>P~

before we can get the comp fixed... so its public access for the foreseeable future

Filmmaker Asks Yale Students to Repeal First Amendment — Watch Their ‘Unbelievable’ Responses

Several Yale University students were captured on camera by a documentary filmmaker happily signing a petition aimed at repeating the First Amendment.

The video shows media personality Ami Horowitz ask students on the Ivy League campus if they would willingly sign his anti-free speech petition.

“I think this is fantastic and I absolutely agree,” one student replied.

“Excellent,” echoed another.

“I totally agree with where you are at,” yet another said.

Horowitz said that in under an hour he was able to collect over 50 signatures from the Yale community. He told Fox News the reactions from students were an “unbelievable display of total stupidity.”

The petition from Horowitz comes amid a national debate over free speech and the idea of “safe spaces” on college campuses.

Hate speech opposition is the Trojan horse inside which autocracy hides.

Author Joel C. Rosenberg is warning that the greatest threat to America's security is now coming from "apocalyptic Islam," a dangerous, end times philosophy that he said many world leaders simply fail to understand.

Differentiating between "radical Islam" and "apocalyptic Islam," Rosenberg said that the latter has replaced the former as the key and primary security concern, as he believes that eschatology is now motivating extremists to do the unthinkable.

"The forces of radical Islam want to attack us, while the forces of apocalyptic Islam want to annihilate us," Rosenberg told TheBlaze from his home in Israel on Friday. "Radical Islam is like Al Qaeda, the Taliban, Muslim Brotherhood, Hamas and various terror groups [that are] trying to drive us out of the holy lands and holy places that they consider sacred to Islam."

But he said that apocalyptic Islam is an entirely different animal, as it is comprised of individuals and groups who believe that their messiah is coming at any moment -- and that they must abide by his will at any cost.

"If they are not faithful, they [believe they] will burn in the fires of hell with no escape," he said, explaining that the Islamic Mahdi, or messiah, is at the heart of the theology. "The way to serve Mahdi is to annihilate Judeo-Christian civilization and, in so doing, establish God's kingdom on Earth, known as the caliphate."

Rosenberg said that it is essential for presidential candidates and policy makers to understand radical Islamic end-times eschatology in order to properly frame how the Shia leadership of Iran and the Sunni leaders of the Islamic State operate, warning of what might happen if this ideology is underestimated.

Here's how Rosenberg explained that dynamic in a National Review op-ed published on Friday.

Both believe that any moment now their messiah, the Mahdi, will be revealed on Earth as he establishes his global Islamic kingdom and impose sharia law. Both believe that Jesus will return not as the Savior or Son of God but as a lieutenant to the Mahdi, and that he will force non-Muslims to convert or die. What's more, both believe that the Mahdi will come only when the world is engulfed in chaos and carnage. They openly vow not simply to attack but to annihilate the United States and Israel. Iran and ISIS are both eager to hasten the coming of the Mahdi.

What's more, both believe that the Mahdi will come only when the world is engulfed in chaos and carnage. They openly vow not simply to attack but to annihilate the United States and Israel. Iran and ISIS are both eager to hasten the coming of the Mahdi.

It is a paradigm that Rosenberg said the U.S. ignores or fails to understand at its own peril.

"If a policy maker or a presidential candidate doesn't understand ... then they're not going to be prepared for the magnitude of genocide that's coming if these leaders can acquire the weapons they need," he told TheBlaze. "That's what makes this whole Iran nuclear deal issue so complicated."

As for President Barack Obama, Rosenberg said that the commander in chief clearly believes that Iran's leaders want a pathway back into "civilized international commerce and society," and that Obama presumably thinks that he can help them attain that.


But Rosenberg said that Iranian leaders have been calling for genocide, saying that he believes the regime is motivated by eschatology; Rosenberg also questioned why leaders like Obama would give Iran a "path that could lead to genocidal weaponry."

Read Rosenberg's op-ed about the end times and the Mahdi here.

'Whap!' "Uhuuuu fuck." The big stud moaned as the yellow sweat stained pouch of his jock strap bounced from the blow. An adoring paw caught the bulging pouch fondling those fat sweaty nuts within 'Jiggle jiggle'

'WHAP!' "UHUUUU!"

"Sssshhhhh." 'Jiggle jiggle jiggle' 'WHAP WHAP!'

"Wwweeheehhee." The big jock bucked in his restraints, even as those teasing paws yanked his jock strap down and stripped it off.

"What part of shut up do you not understand?" The big stud tried to reply but as he opened his mouth that sweaty musky jock was crammed in. And second from a nearby locker was used to tie the first in place. "Now I'm gunna have to punish you twice as hard." One paw cupped his bruised low hanging orbs lifting them up 'Jiggle jiggle jiggle jiggle' and then a hammer paw was brought down savagely. 'SMASH!' The big jock moaned into his pre-cum soaked jock strap as his body jerked and trembled only the restraints keeping him on his hooves. "Where are you cleats?" The stud tossed his head gesturing weakly to the lock behind him. "Hehe."

There is a fur in need facing eviction. If 800 people each sent him $1 on paypal, he'd be saved.

His journal: http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/6960622/

His paypal email: shadowwhittaker[at]aim.com

Lots of folks out there in bad situations.

Thanks!

Somebody's knockin'
Should I let him in
Lord it's the devil
Would you look at him
I've heard about him
But I never dreamed
He'd have blue eyes and blue jeans

Well somebody's talkin'
He's whispering to me
Your place or my place
Well, which will it be
I'm gittin' weaker
And he's comin' on strong
But I don't wanna go wrong

He must have tapped my telephone line
He must have known
I'm spendin' my time
Alone
He says we'll have one heavenly night
My fever's burnin'
So he ought be right at home

Somebody's knockin'
Should I let him in
Lord, it's the devil
Would you look at him
I've heard about him
But I never dreamed
He'd have blue eyes and blue jeans

He must have tapped my telephone line
He must have known
I'm spendin' my time
Alone
He says we'll have one heavenly night
My fever's burnin'
So he ought be right at home

(Somebody's knockin')
Somebody's knockin'
Oh, somebody's knockin'

TERRI GIBBS
"Somebody's Knockin'"

An innocent bystander
Somehow I got stuck between a rock and a hard place
And I'm down on my luck
Yes, I'm down on my luck
Well, I'm down on my luck

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Once I lived the life of a millionaire,
Spending my money, I didn't care
I carried my friends out for a good time,
Buying bootleg liquor, champagne and wine

Then I began to fall so low,
I didn't have a friend, and no place to go
So if I ever get my hand on a dollar again,
I'm gonna hold on to it till them eagle's grin

Nobody knows you when you down and out
In my pocket not one penny,
And my friends I haven't any
But If I ever get on my feet again,
Then I'll meet my long lost friend
It's mighty strange, without a doubt
Nobody knows you when you down and out
I mean when you down and out

Mmmmm, when you're down and out,
Mmmmm, not one penny
And my friends I haven't any,
Mmmmm, well I felt so low
Nobody wants me round their door,
Mmmmm, without a doubt,
No man can use you wen you down and out
I mean when you down and out

Songwriters
BLOM, GERT-JAN / DAAMS, MENNO / VEEN, ROBERT / COX, JIMMIE

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"Beautiful River Of Life" was written by Dixie Hall;tom T. Hall.

This is a beautiful river, brother
This is a beautiful stream
This is a beautiful river, sister
This is a beautiful dream

I know it flows through the mountains
Sometimes there's trouble and strife
This is a beautiful river, the beautiful river of life

The river of life is a journey, brother
All of God's children must take
Sharing our moments of glory, sister
Learning from all our mistakes

I know it flows through the mountains

Everyone rides on the river, brother
Sometimes it's deep and it's wide
If we don't cross over together, sister
Meet you on the other side

I know it flows through the mountains
Beautiful river of life

Read more: Tom T. Hall - Beautiful River Of Life Lyrics | MetroLyrics

(We should know better) I made a pilgrimage to save this human's race
(We should see) Never comprehending a race that's long gone by

(Let's stop the world) I'll stop the world and melt with you

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I wanta pony...
I'm gunna ride him all night long...

But I think its even more important these days that it was back then... so much of our land has begin to think like those villians... 'You didn't build that!' just their latest hollow humanitarian platitudes and leftist trope


Howard Roark's
Courtroom Speech

From The Fountainhead, by Ayn Rand


“Thousands of years ago, the first man discovered how to make fire. He was probably burned at the stake he had taught his brothers to light. He was considered an evildoer who had dealt with a demon mankind dreaded. But thereafter men had fire to keep them warm, to cook their food, to light their caves. He had left them a gift they had not conceived and he had lifted dardness off the earth. Centuries later, the first man invented the wheel. He was probably torn on the rack he had taught his brothers to build. He was considered a transgressor who ventured into forbidden terrritory. But thereafter, men could travel past any horizon. He had left them a gift they had not conceived and he had opened the roads of the world.
“That man, the unsubmissive and first, stands in the opening chapter of every legend mankind has recorded about its beginning. Prometheus was chained to a rock and torn by vultures—because he had stolen the fire of the gods. Adam was condemned to suffer—because he had eaten the fruit of the tree of knowledge. Whatever the legend, somewhere in the shadows of its memory mankind knew that its glory began with one and that that one paid for his courage.
“Throughout the centuries there were men who took first steps down new roads armed with nothing but their own vision. Their goals differed, but they all had this in common: that the step was first, the road new, the vision unborrowed, and the response they received—hatred. The great creators—the thinkers, the artists, the scientists, the inventors—stood alone against the men of their time. Every great new thought was opposed. Every great new invention was denounced. The first motor was considered foolish. The airplane was considered impossible. The power loom was considered vicious. Anesthesia was considered sinful. But the men of unborrowed vision went ahead. They fought, they suffered and they paid. But they won.
“No creator was prompted by a desire to serve his brothers, for his brothers rejected the gift he offered and that gift destroyed the slothful routine of their lives. His truth was his only motive. His own truth, and his own work to achieve it in his own way. A symphony, a book, an engine, a philosophy, an airplane or a building—that was his goal and his life. Not those who heard, read, operated, believed, flew or inhabited the thing he had created. The creation, not its users. The creation, not the benefits others derived from it. The creation which gave form to his truth. He held his truth above all things and against all men.
“His vision, his strength, his courage came from his own spirit. A man's spirit, however, is his self. That entity which is his consciousness. To think, to feel, to judge, to act are functions of the ego.
“The creators were not selfless. It is the whole secret of their power—that it was self-sufficient, self-motivated, self-generated. A first cause, a fount of energy, a life force, a Prime Mover. The creator served nothing and no one. He lived for himself.
“And only by living for himself was he able to achieve the things which are the glory of mankind. Such is the nature of achievement.
“Man cannot survive except through his mind. He comes on earth unarmed. His brain is his only weapon. Animals obtain food by force. Man has no claws, no fangs, no horns, no great strength of muscle. He must plant his food or hunt it. To plant, he needs a process of thought. To hunt, he needs weapons, and to make weapons—a process of thought. From this simplest necessity to the highest religious abstraction, from the wheel to the skyscraper, everything we are and everything we have comes from a single attribute of man—the function of his reasoning mind.
“But the mind is an attribute of the individual. There is no such thing as a collective brain. There is no such thing as a collective thought. An agreement reached by a group of men is only a compromise or an average drawn upon many individual thoughts. It is a secondary consequence. The primary act—the process of reason—must be performed by each man alone. We can divide a meal among many men. We cannot digest it in a collective stomach. No man can use his lungs to breathe for another man. No man can use his brain to think for another. All the functions of body and spirit are private. They cannot be shared or transferred.
“We inherit the products of the thought of other men. We inherit the wheel. We make a cart. The cart becomes an automobile. The automobile becomes an airplane. But all through the process what we receive from others is only the end product of their thinking. The moving force is the creative faculty which takes this product as material, uses it and originates the next step. This creative faculty cannot be given or received, shared or borrowed. It belongs to single, individual men. That which it creates is the property of the creator. Men learn from one another. But all learning is only the exchange of material. No man can give another the capacity to think. Yet that capacity is our only means of survival.
“Nothing is given to man on earth. Everything he needs has to be produced. And here man faces his basic alternative: he can survive in only one of two ways—by the independent work of his own mind or as a parasite fed by the minds of others. The creator originates. The parasite borrows. The creator faces nature alone. The parasite faces nature through an intermediary.
“The creator’s concern is the conquest of nature. The parasite’s concern is the conquest of men.
“The creator lives for his work. He needs no other men. His primary goal is within himself. The parasite lives second-hand. He needs others. Others become his prime motive.
“The basic need of the creator is independence. The reasoning mind cannot work under any form of compulsion. It cannot be curbed, sacrificed or subordinated to any consideration whatsoever. It demands total independence in function and in motive. To a creator, all relations with men are secondary.
“The basic need of the second-hander is to secure his ties with men in order to be fed. He places relations first. He declares that man exists in order to serve others. He preaches altruism.
“Altruism is the doctrine which demands that man live for others and place others above self.
“No man can live for another. He cannot share his spirit just as he cannot share his body. But the second-hander has used altruism as a weapon of expoloitation and reversed the base of mankind’s moral principles. Men have been taught every precept that destroys the creator. Men have been taught dependence as a virtue.
“The man who attemps to live for others is a dependent. He is a parasite in motive and makes parasites of those he serves. The relationship produces nothing but mutual corruption. It is impossible in concept. The nearest approach to it in reality—the man who lives to serve others—is the slave. If physical slavery is repulsive, how much more repulsive is the concept of servility of the spirit? The conquered slave has a vestige of honor. He has the merit of having resisted and of considering his condition evil. But the man who enslaves himself voluntarily in the name of love is the basest of creatures. He degrades the dignity of man and he degrades the conception of love. But this is the essence of altruism.
“Men have been taught that the highest virtue is not to achieve, but to give. Yet one cannot give that which has not been created. Creation comes before distribution—or there will be nothing to distribute. The need of the creator comes before the need of any possible beneficiary. Yet we are taught to admire the second-hander who dispenses gifts he has not produced above the man who made the gifts possible. We praise an act of charity. We shrug at an act of achievement.
“Men have been taught that their first concern is to relieve the sufferings of others. But suffering is a disease. Should one come upon it, one tries to give relief and assistance. To make that the highest test of virtue is to make suffering the most important part of life. Then man must wish to see others suffer—in order that he may be virtuous. Such is the nature of altruism. The creator is not concerned with disease, but with life. Yet the work of the creators has eliminated one form of disease after another, in man’s body and spirit, and brought more relief from suffering than any altruist could ever conceive.
“Men have been taught that it is a virtue to agree with others. But the creator is the man who disagrees. Men have been taught that it is a virtue to swim with the current. But the creator is the man who goes against the current. Men have been taught that it is a virtue to stand together. But the creator is the man who stands alone.
“Men have been taught that the ego is the synonym of evil, and selflessness the ideal of virtue. But the creator is the egotist in the absolute sense, and the selfless man is the one who does not think, feel, judge or act. These are functions of the self.
“Here the basic reversal is most deadly. The issue has been perverted and man has been left no alternative—and no freedom. As poles of good and evil, he was offered two conceptions: egotism and altruism. Egotism was held to mean the sacrifice of others to self. Altruism—the sacrifice of self to others. This tied man irrevocably to other men and left him nothing but a choice of pain: his own pain borne for the sake of others or pain inflicted upon others for the sake of self. When it was added that man must find joy in self-immolation, the trap was closed. Man was forced to accept masochism as his ideal—under the threat that sadism was his only alternative. This was the greatest fraud ever perpetrated on mankind.
“This was the device by which dependence and suffering were perpetuated as fundamentals of life.
“The choice is not self-sacrifice or domination. The choice is independence or dependence. The code of the creator or the code of the second-hander. This is the basic issue. It rests upon the alternative of life or death. The code of the creator is built on the needs of the reasoning mind which allows man to survive. The code of the second-hander is built on the needs of a mind incapable of survival. All that which proceeds from man’s independent ego is good. All that which proceeds from man’s dependence upon men is evil.
“The egotist is the absolute sense is not the man who sacrifices others. He is the man who stands above the need of using others in any manner. He does not function through them. He is not concerned with them in any primary matter. Not in his aim, not in his motive, not in his thinking, not in his desires, not in the source of his energy. He does not exist for any other man—and he asks no other man to exist for him. This is the only form of brotherhood and mutual respect possible between men.
“Degrees of ability vary, but the basic principle remains the same: the degree of a man’s independence, initiative and personal love for his work determines his talent as a worker and his worth as a man. Independence is the only gauge of human virtue and value. What a man is and makes of himself; not what he has or hasn’t done for others. There is no substitute for personal dignity. There is no standard of personal dignity except independence.
“In all proper relationships there is no sacrifice of anyone to anyone. An architect needs clients, but he does not subordinate his work to their wishes. They need him, but they do not order a house just to give him a commission. Men exchange their work by free, mutual consent to mutual advantage when their personal interests agree and they both desire the exchange. If they do not desire it, they are not forced to deal with each other. They seek further. This is the only possible form of relationship between equals. Anything else is a relation of slave to master, or victim to executioner.
“No work is ever done collectively, by a majority decision. Every creative job is achieved under the guidance of a single individual thought. An architect requires a great many men to erect his building. But he does not ask them to vote on his design. They work together by free agreement and each is free in his proper function. An architect uses steel, glass, concrete, produced by others. But the materials remain just so much steel, glass and concrete until he touches them. What he does with them is his individual product and his individual property. This is the only pattern for proper co-operation among men.
“The first right on earth is the right of the ego. Man’s first duty is to himself. His moral law is never to place his prime goal within the persons of others. His moral obligation is to do what he wishes, provided his wish does not depend primarily upon other men. This includes the whole sphere of his creative faculty, his thinking, his work. But it does not include the sphere of the gangster, the altruist and the dictator.
“A man thinks and works alone. A man cannot rob, exploit or rule—alone. Robbery, exploitation and ruling presuppose victims. They imply dependence. They are the province of the second-hander.
“Rulers of men are not egotists. They create nothing. They exist entirely through the persons of others. Their goal is in their subjects, in the activity of enslaving. They are as dependent as the beggar, the social worker and the bandit. The form of dependence does not matter.
“But men were taught to regard second-handers—tyrants, emperors, dictators—as exponents of egotism. By this fraud they were made to destroy the ego, themselves and others. The purpose of the fraud was to destroy the creators. Or to harness them. Which is a synonym.
“From the beginning of history, the two antagonists have stood face to face: the creator and the second-hander. When the first creator invented the wheel, the first second-hander responded. He invented altruism.
“The creator—denied, opposed, persecuted, exploited—went on, moved forward and carried all humanity along on his energy. The second-hander contributed nothing to the process except the impediments. The contest has another name: the individual against the collective.
“The ‘common good’ of a collective—a race, a class, a state—was the claim and justification of every tyranny ever established over men. Every major horror of history was committed in the name of an altruistic motive. Has any act of selfishness ever equaled the carnage perpetrated by disciples of altruism? Does the fault lie in men’s hypocrisy or in the nature of the principle? The most dreadful butchers were the most sincere. They believed in the perfect society reached through the guillotine and the firing squad. Nobody questioned their right to murder since they were murdering for an altruistic purpose. It was accepted that man must be sacrificed for other men. Actors change, but the course of the tragedy remains the same. A humanitarian who starts with declarations of love for mankind and ends with a sea of blood. It goes on and will go on so long as men believe that an action is good if it is unselfish. That permits the altruist to act and forces his victims to bear it. The leaders of collectivist movements ask nothing for themselves. But observe the results.
“The only good which men can do to one another and the only statement of their proper relationship is—Hands off!
“Now observe the results of a society built on the principle of individualism. This, our country. The noblest country in the history of men. The country of greatest achievement, greatest prosperity, greatest freedom. This country was not based on selfless service, sacrifice, renunciation or any precept of altruism. It was based on a man’s right to the pursuit of happiness. His own happiness. Not anyone else’s. A private, personal, selfish motive. Look at the results. Look into your own conscience.
“It is an ancient conflict. Men have come close to the truth, but it was destroyed each time and one civilization fell after another. Civilization is the progress toward a society of privacy. The savage’s whole existence is public, ruled by the laws of his tribe. Civilization is the process of setting man free from men.
“Now, in our age, collectivism, the rule of the second-hander and second-rater, the ancient monster, has broken loose and is running amuck. It has brought men to a level of intellectual indecency never equaled on earth. It has reached a scale of horror without precedent. It has poisoned every mind. It has swallowed most of Europe. It is engulfing our country.
“I am an architect. I know what is to come by the principle on which it is built. We are approaching a world in which I cannot permit myself to live.
“Now you know why I dynamited Cortlandt.
“I designed Cortlandt. I gave it to you. I destroyed it.
“I destroyed it because I did not choose to let it exist. It was a double monster. In form and in implication. I had to blast both. The form was mutilated by two second-handers who assumed the right to improve upon that which they had not made and could not equal. They were permitted to do it by the general implication that the altruistic purpose of the building superseded all rights and that I had no claim to stand against it.
“I agreed to design Cortlandt for the purpose of seeing it erected as I dedigned it and for no other reason. That was the price I set for my work. I was not paid.
“I do not blame Peter Keating. He was helpless. He had a contract with his employers. It was ignored. He had a promise that the structure he offered would be built as designed. The promise was broken. The love of a man for the integrity of his work and his right to preserve it are now considered a vague intangible and an inessential. You have heard the prosecutor say that. Why was the building disfigured? For no reason. Such acts never have any reason, unless it’s the vanity of some second-handers who feel they have a right to anyone’s property, spiritual or material. Who permitted them to do it? No particular man among the dozens in authority. No one cared to permit it or to stop it. No one was responsible. No one can be held to account. Such is the nature of all collective action.
“I did not receive the payment I asked. But the owners of Cortlandt got what they needed from me. They wanted a scheme devised to build a structure as cheaply as possible. They found no one else who could do it to their satisfaction. I could and did. They took the benefit of my work and made me contribute it as a gift. But I am not an altruist. I do not contribute gifts of this nature.
“It is said that I have destroyed the home of the destitute. It is forgotten that but for me the destitute could not have had this particular home. Those who were concerned with the poor had to come to me, who have never been concerned, in order to help the poor. It is believed that the poverty of the future tenants gave them the right to my work. That their need constituted a claim on my life. That it was my duty to contribute anything demanded of me. This is the second-hander’s credo now swallowing the world.
“I came here to say that I do not recognize anyone’s right to one minute of my life. Nor to any part of my energy. Nor to any achievement of mine. No matter who makes the claim, how large their number or how great their need.
“I wished to come here and say that I am a man who does not exist for others.
“It had to be said. The world is perishing from an orgy of self-sacrificing.
“I wished to come here and say that the integrity of a man’s creative work is of greater importance than any charitable endeavor. Those of you who do not understand this are the men who’re destroying the world.
“I wished to come here and state my terms. I do not care to exist on any others.
“I recognize no obligations toward men except one: to respect their freedom and to take no part in a slave society. To my country, I wish to give the ten years which I will spend in jail if my country exists no longer. I will spend them in memory and in gratitude for what my country has been. It will be my act of loyalty, my refusal to live or work in what has taken its place.
“My act of loyalty to every creator who ever lived and was made to suffer by the force responsible for the Cortlandt I dynamited. To every tortured hour of loneliness, denial, frustration, abuse he was made to spend—and to the battles he won. To every creator whose name is known—and to every creator who lived, struggled and perished unrecognized before he could achieve. To every creator who was destroyed in body or in spirit. To Henry Cameron. To Steven Mallory. To a man who doesn’t want to be named, but who is sitting in this courtroom and knows that I am speaking of him.”

Silly string is great for drunken sex parties and S/M celebrations. All is fun until you come around to the cleanup. When silly string dries in certain intimate parts, now that's a real pain. So learn some easy ways to remove it... now you can have fun and have an easy cleanup by following these simpleminded steps!

First of course is just common sense, pull as much of it out by hand as you possibly can, always a good tip.

Next you could try rubbing your urethra with liquid laundry detergent, that should clean things up Ow Ow Ow...

Some companies have other products that may help like 'Goop Off' chemical burns really aren't that bad inside your urethra...

Doctor Pain recommends taking a scalpel or razor knife and splitting your urethra from tip to base to better get at the offending string... Blood stains on the carpet are just one of the downsides to this one...

The happy homemaker has a great article on using peanut butter to loosen it, smooth not crunchy obviously that only leaves with the problem of how to get the Peanut butter inside...

Look for other helpful hints and public service warnings in my new book... "Ten thousand things you'll never admit to doing!" From Angry Mailman press, along with other great titles like... "Theres a Tiger in my bathroom!" By Claude Balls... And So Your Son Is a Centaur!" by Dr. Pinder Chipps...

"Tweeter And The Monkey Man"

Tweeter and the Monkey Man were hard up for cash
They stayed up all night selling cocaine and hash
To an undercover cop who had a sister named Jan
For reasons unexplained she loved the Monkey Man

Tweeter was a boy scout before she went to Vietnam
And found out the hard way nobody gives a damn
They knew that they found freedom just across the Jersey Line
So they hopped into a stolen car took Highway 99

And the walls came down, all the way to hell
Never saw them when they're standing
Never saw them when they fell

The undercover cop never liked the Monkey Man
Even back in childhood he wanted to see him in the can
Jan got married at fourteen to a racketeer named Bill
She made secret calls to the Monkey Man from a mansion on the hill

It was out on thunder road - Tweeter at the wheel
They crashed into paradise - they could hear them tires squeal
The undercover cop pulled up and said "Everyone of you's a liar
If you don't surrender now it's gonna go down to the wire"

And the walls came down, all the way to hell
Never saw them when they're standing
Never saw them when they fell

An ambulance rolled up, a state trooper close behind
Tweeter took his gun away and messed up his mind
The undercover cop was left tied up to a tree
Near the souvenir stand by the old abandoned factory

Next day the undercover cop was-a hot in pursuit
He was taking the whole thing personal
He didn't care about the loot
Jan had told him many times it was you to me who taught
In Jersey anything's legal as long as you don't get caught

And the walls came down, all the way to hell
Never saw them when they're standing
Never saw them when they fell

Someplace by Rahway prison they ran out of gas
The undercover cop had cornered them said "Boy, you didn't think that this could last"
Jan jumped out of bed said "There's someplace I gotta go"
She took a gun out of the drawer and said "It's best if you don't know"

The undercover cop was found face down in a field
The monkey man was on the river bridge using Tweeter as a shield
Jan said to the Monkey Man "I'm not fooled by Tweeter's curl
I knew him long before he ever became a Jersey girl"

And the walls came down, all the way to hell
Never saw them when they're standing
Never saw them when they fell

Now the town of Jersey City is quieting down again
I'm sitting in a gambling club called the Lion's Den
The TV set was blown up, every bit of it is gone
Ever since the nightly news show that the Monkey Man was on

I guess I'll go to Florida and get myself some sun
There ain't no more opportunity here, everything's been done
Sometime I think of Tweeter, sometimes I think of Jan
Sometimes I don't think about nothing but the Monkey Man

And the walls came down, all the way to hell
Never saw them when they're standing
Never saw them when they fell

traveling wilburys

Ev'ryone says I'm lazy
And it suits me to a tee
'Cause if ev'ryone knows I'm lazy
They won't expect so much from me

Never had no ambition
To be called a millionaire
So I never waste my time wishin'
In the good ol' rockin' chair

Settin' by the fire
With my hound dog by my side
We're as happy as the bees
I'm toastin' knees, he's scratchin' fleas

Nothin' to worry about
'Less the doggone fire goes out
Then I'll throw on a log for me and my dog
Settin' by the fire

Some people's cravin' keeps them a-slavin'
Savin' ev'ry dollar bill
And then when they're buried, the kids all get married
And start to fightin' over the will

I don't have to grieve
'Bout the dough I'm goin' to leave
I ain't got a dime to bother my mind
Settin' by the fire

Yes sir, we get along fine
Me and this old houn' dog of mine
You know, he ain't got no pedigree
But I like him and he likes me

I know ev'rything is well
When the old boy wags his tail
He's gettin' to be just about as lazy as me
Settin' by the fire

Holes in my britches don't need no stitches
Unless the weather switches 'round
Then when it's breezy, I take it easy
That's a good excuse to sit down

I need lots of rest
Must've been born tired, I guess
We'll make it up, me and my pup
Settin' by the fire

Carson Robison