In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me:
As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free;
While God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! While God is marching on.
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Thanks, Nick, for posting that. Beautiful. I am sure that the Left will appreciate it.
Only problem I have is that the song takes a little literary license. Christ was born in Paris, Texas.
Today, my friend, we celebrate this great nation and bury the hatchet with former oppressors who have become great friends.
So, Happy Independence Day to one and all, even you Lymie Bastards!
I am just jerking the chain of Chinese Barking Spider, Nick. Didn't mean to tarnish your genteel image.
"Today, my friend, we celebrate this great nation and bury the hatchet with former oppressors who have become great friends."
Jeez, DC, it was a PARTY. Nobody meant what they said. I thought you were my cousin Frank. LET IT GO.
You're right, Nick. Never have so few good teeth been able to eat such bad food for such a long time ... and survive as a nation. The Brits have my respect.
I'm sure Barking Spider still considers us an unruly colony...
Never the less, we will shoot our fireworks and wave our flags in defiance of the Queen.
LL, I'll give a pass to the Queen. The old girl has done her best to maintain her dignity in the midst of a circus.
BUT, if George III happens to be reading this blog, well, Screw You, George!
DC, let me set you straight on British food. There is nothing better than stopping by the bakery for a few warm sausage rolls in the morning. The damn things are more addicting than heroin.
Bangers and mash, steak & kidney pie, haddock & chips, God-sent British bacon, lamb vindaloo from the takeaway on the corner, Colman's mustard, kippers, farmhouse cheddar, british pork roast with crackling, and my personal favorite...Cornish clotted cream.
Bad teeth? Blame the National Health Service. But DC, that nation knows how to eat and eat well.
I haven't even mentioned the lethal hard cider.
I like marmalade and spotted dick. No this isn't a Michael Jackson reference.
...and bangers and trifles.
Rhod
Leave it to Rhod ... he just can't get over Michael Jackson's demise. I mean, doesn't every one know what "spotted dick" is? Duh.
I know, I should lay off the Brits. After all, we would welcome them as liberators if they took over for the current crowd in D.C.
I like Barking Spider, but really ... any one who names their blog after an ill-conceived, fart-blaming device deserves all the abuse they can get.
Happy 4th, all.
Hey Nick, you have really gone big time with all these international readers and LL Cool J. Good job. Not bad for an Italian.
Now, about those Eye-talians ...
Go for it LL and Happy Independence Day to Nickie and you.
Obviously agree with you about the food and it's definitely wise to have a private dentist!
Yup, DC, sometimes ya gotta do things the Italian way.
With Obama and his bunch, we gotta go to the mattresses.
Rhod, stop trifling with my afflictions!
Spidie, thank you. You're a gent, my son.
DC, "an ill-conceived %&* blaming device", lol. Yes, I agree he is asking for trouble.
And you are right about LL, he is cool.
Nickie, I'm worried. I noticed LL er, disciplining a young man. Could he be related to you? He was identified as Dominic G. Could he possibly be Nickie Goomba IV? Has your son been down here mixing it up with our crowd? Do you know where your children are?
Don't forget Scotland's contribution to the wonderful world of British food,
Deep fried pizza (yuk)
Deep fried mars bars (a myth more than anything, I have yet to see one)
mince and tatties, (food of the gods)
umm, that's about it!
Opie, I'm trying to get my adult son to consider SoCal for his teaching career. He's determined to limit the job search to NorCal and Reno (leaning toward Reno and lower taxes).
I'm a Whittier College alumnus and I'm aware of both the challenges and the rewards of that area, but there's no way I can whitewash the 605 snagfest.
To answer your question, I know just where he is!
Have a great 4th, Nickie!
Thank you, for dropping in.
I'm now following you too!
~William H. Balzac.
DC - it could have been worse - I might just as easily have called myself "Chocolate Starfish!" It saves time and cuts out the middleman by calling myself an arsehole right at the beginning - so, there you go, Opie, trouble asked for and received straight away!!
Thanks, Billy B. It's good to have you visit. Now, get back to the novel.
C. Barking Spider ... you are a good sport, man. All in good fun. Some one made fun of the Scots' eats, too. That is also correct.
Being of Scottish ancestry, I can vouch for that, as the English would only leave gnarly leftovers. But at least the Scots could knock some rotten teeth down the drain for such misconduct.
We're all in the soup together now, my friends. Those of us who love liberty must hang together ... rather than the alternative. Let's roll.
I couldn't agree more.
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